Prone To give up

Talent resides in every corner of your cells

A genetic test would not show negative results

But talent alone sometimes, simply doesn’t

Bring those colours that ought to be flying

You take all night, you prepare, and you rehearse

You know confidently that you are ready, to rock the stage

The rabbit has come out, but the magic of the applause

Remains undelivered to your performance

You know somewhere you have failed;

The silence of the audience is echoing badly

Nevertheless, you complete your act

Hoping, hoping …. A reaction, single and positive

If, any.

You pick up the tools of your trade

And you today, it’s going to be better

You look at the sun, somewhere knowing

The dark hours have been driven away

You paint on the streets, you paint something new

Your soul is elated to see, the best of your creation

You get round of applause, your pictures go viral

But why, despite all those acclaims, you see

Just a few dimes in your hat, so few that

It is barely enough, to meet the day again

Or, you have money you have worked for, 

And have the appreciations you deserve

But times of the honours, someone else

Sneaks out with your trophy, and you remain awarded

With nominations only, like the precedent years 

Is it wrong if your feet refuse to go forth?

Do they need to be reprimanded, to set them on track?

All kind of answers would crop, but you choose.

You choose to quit for the day and go somewhere

In your secret garden, to sit down

And make faces, yell, cry and lament

To uproot your dejection