Their eloquence is admirable,
The message in their words,
Transcends our own abilities,
We are merely mediocre.
Uniqueness is their power,
Choosing the right words,
To continuously hit,
Morph people's minds,
Allowing them to think,
In ways they!ve never tried before.
They are the special selected few,
With abilities higher, better,
Than most of us will ever be.
The frightening dark hole,
Of being average,
Threatens to swallow,
Huge of the population.
No one,
Does not want to stand out,
In the limelight,
Billions of pairs of eyes,
Fixated on their dressed up body,
Expensive tailored clothing,
High end cosmetics.
The people that represent the world,
In their industry,
Music.
With seemingly weak,
Lyrics.
Where is the lyricism?
They've earned their spot in stardom,
But so have the others,
I spot no difference,
Nor can I hear it.
Industrial made stars,
Photocopiers in the factories,
Cloning and cloning.
Suddenly,
Singing and music,
Is not what the title suggests,
Not anymore.
Caked makeup,
Long legs,
Hourglass figures,
Muscular biceps.
The focus has shifted,
To the exterior,
When the core foundation,
Stats foreign to most of the audience.
The limelight we all want to be in,
Belongs to true linguists,
As language transcends actions,
Words that can reach,
Distances and heights,
Farther than any form can.
An onion of a paragraph,
Peeling layers off the top,
To reveal a whole new piece.
Countless areas of discovery,
Yet the fixated areas,
The people choose to study.
The cobwebs between the gears,
Have been there for years.
When's the last time,
You thought so hard,
That your eyes watered,
Tears threatening to escape?
The tip of the iceberg,
We call trendy,
The bottom,
Below the ice cold water,
We call old fashioned,
Boring and unappealing.
But being able to see the iceberg,
As a complete structure,
Has never been more prided.
