The Gift

We are the chosen,

Chillun’ of god,

And all god’s chillun’ got shoes.

So we walk.

We are the chosen, the gifted few who push-

Ourselves, others, the fabric of the universe itself,

Far past it’s limits

Always seeking, searching, yearning- To be the best.

We are the chosen,

You pass us by every day, not realizing the greatness within,

The greatness without which the world would not be where it is,

-The greatness waiting to explode … Into a talent, a skill, PASSION;

It defines us. The chosen.