Shoot for the stars, but aim for the moon
I may have missed, but It’s one hell of a view
I have a piano, yet I cannot play
It’s the talent of others that blows me away
So much more above me than there is below
Keep on looking up and I’m sure my path will show
Can’t put pen to paper when I feel so low
Can’t escape the dreaming if there’s nowhere to go
Lack of inspiration plagues me like a curse
Sometimes it seems easier to repeat a verse
I have a tablet, yet I cannot draw.
The talent of others just leaves me in awe.
They say aim for the moon, and yet shoot for the stars;
But I think I’m happy no matter where we are.
I can't write lyrics, but thankfully, you won't have to hear me try until October anyway.
