A Shell With Dreams

If I were a poet,

I'd write something

Something that would be worth the read.

Something that invoked emotions.

Sparked passsions.

But I don't have the ability.

I'm a shell, with dreams.

With imagination.

And no faith.

No drive, no belief.

How can I do something like this,

when I don't belive in myself?

No talent, no motivation, no means.

You'll be stuck saying empty words.

Thoughts. Opinions.

Not a poet, director, writers, actor,

or even a producer of art.

Not anything worth anyone's time.