Stop Waiting For Permission.

Let me tell you for a moment
about the stars:
They have been aligned for a while
wondering when you would look up
and set your soul to imitate their resplendence.


Stars do not know hesitation
like you do.
Unruly, their light shines,
day or night.
Never have I known them
to first inquire of the Moon
as to whether it needed any help.


Hovering hands
make more of your signature
than the marks themselves;
I wonder if you haveĀ asked yourself
how long you need to count before you dive.


Dear Greatness,
You are still sitting glumly,
Waiting for someone else to grant you
permission to be great; but
Who told you the world would wait for you?