Your Playing Small Doesn't Serve The World

Capacity...

Untold measures lie ahead in the dwindling darkness

Like potential possibilities of meaning and somethingness

Like different versions of the same man, meant to be, yet to be

Driven by the fear of contentment and the inadequacy of success

Capacity...

Weathered eyes cut through my soul

Aimless lives without control

Shuffle through life's endless maze

Painless deaths in a medicated haze

If they should only know

The truth of life and destination

The truth of death and all creation

But the world has moved on, forgotten time

Lost purpose, nothing more sublime

A world of mockers, the truly blind

To whom visions of hell have become but a punch line

Capacity...

Prophesy to your own dry bones, you seer of old

The world continues to fall

Cascading through the deterioration of time

Are you its witness?

Are you its impotent spectator?

Knowledge without action is worthless

Knowledge for knowledge sake is devoid of purpose and meaning

For what were you brought to this moment for?

Certainly not to stand idly by as the world passes on, passes you by

What is the capacity contained within your prophecy?

For what were you brought to this moment for?

To die with your knowledge? To die insured?

To give up your ghost amidst the fears of the ignorant?

The fears of what you were brought to this moment for.

The fear that your perceived inadequacy is but a shadow

A shadow whose visage appears frightening,

But whose existence is only there within the recesses of your mind

The shadow passes you by and is overshadowed by

Capacity, your own capacity.

The pain of this world may penetrate

It may permeate

Saturate

But in the end, your playing small doesn't serve the world

It robs eternity of souls with untold transcendence

Glory in ethereal magnificence

Beauty within the core of man, fighting against the lies of the world

Fighting and waiting

Waiting for you, and the word you will bring them

To turn the switch on, to bring the light that has lacked in their lives

Do not hide your light under the table

Inadequacy is a lie, an illusion

A fear in three dimensions, but paper thin

Like a razor in your psyche it can cut

It is designed to cut; to take away your potential, your capacity

There is nothing worse than unmet potential; the vacuous abandonment of capacity