With proven talents and gifts expressed,
Over many years to face doubts to address...
Some are still left unconvinced.
'Are you still doing that same nonsense?
When are you going to do something real.
Something to prove your interests have merit.'
Perhaps when the notoriety I've been given ends.~
I see you either walking around,
Or waiting at a bustop.
Just about everyday.
Coming to go nowhere!
IF you really had that kind of notoriety,
You'd be living in New York City OR Hollywood.
Somewhere impressive and applying your craft.'
And give up the comfort I get,
By being annoyed on a daily basis?
I have a love to be IN but not OF 'your' reality.~
If I were you I wouldn't be wasting my time.
And that's the reality.'
~Who do you suggest I should thank for that? ~
'Thank for what? '
~That you are not me to believe my time is being wasted?
In your reality you seem not hesitant to share.~
'I'm just saying...
You aint gon get nuthin don waitin for a bus.'
~Thanks for the tip.
I'll remember it.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.