I read the words of my ancestors
I hear the songs of my heroes
And I think
I cannot do this
Their thoughts are so clear
Assured, confident
They leap off the page
Out of the speaker
Urging me on
Lighting a path for me to follow
I feel the grandeur of their consciousnesses
The clarity of their visions
The intensity of their longing
The burning fires of their wisdom
What do I have to offer
In my little home
With my clumsy, jagged thoughts
Chained to my tiny screen
With tired eyes
Like all of us
Modern children
Only a pioneer can be an heir
And only an heir can be a pioneer
So help me see it through
And make sure I don’t go
Exploring off
In the wrong direction
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