Best at BestA Poem by Not here
There's nothing that can stop him, it seems.
There's nothing holding him from his dreams. There's nothing in this world he can't own. No goal he can't reach, no skill he can't hone. But no matter how much to you he seems blessed, the best of men are just men at best. We all are striving for goals and dreams, doing our best on the balance beams. We fall off, scrape our knee, cry and bleed; how we get up will decide if we succeed. Everybody in the world is working too; everybody in the world just like you is working hard, harder, hardest still. Even if they don't quite get the thrill that they hoped for, they still rock and roll. Guitars blaring in their head, while the whole world is watching from below, wishing they could do what the professionals do today. Where does the journey end? Where did it start? How much guts does it take to look smart? How much pain does it take to cover all the fears inside they discover? Even when they are rocking that gold vest, just remember that the best of men are men at best. There's nothing that can stop her, it seems. There's nothing holding her from her dreams. There's nothing in this world she can't own. No goal she can't reach, no skill she can't hone. But even if to you she seems so very blessed, the best of women are just women at best. She's so very pretty, so very appealing; when she goes walking by the girls start squealing. To some she is an idol, to some she is a prize, to others she is something on which they could feast their eyes. But to everybody, it seems that she is now a person that when she walks by everyone says, "Wow!" They see the exterior, and some even see the smiles. Some people see the person, but nobody sees the miles she has put into herself and into all of her work. Other people want attention so they get on up and twerk. She has never been like that, though, she has never been that way. Instead of getting attention, she suffers everyday. Every night she goes to sleep and cries, her pillow soaks. She wakes up in the morning, puts on make up, drinks some cokes. She needs the caffeine in the morning, something stronger later. What else is she to do to hide the pain that's getting greater? No one is there to listen, and with all the expectations she is running out of time to take a small vacation. Sleeping at night used to be a way to relieve stress; nowadays if she does not cry she feels very blessed. Even though she looks so perfect, she is such a mess. In the end, the best of women are women at best. There's nothing that can stop him, it seems. There's nothing holding him from his dreams. There's nothing in this world he can't own. No goal he can't reach, no skill he can't hone. There's nothing that can stop her, it seems. There's nothing holding her from her dreams. There's nothing in this world she can't own. No goal she can't reach, no skill she can't hone. But no matter how much to you he seems blessed, the best of the men are just men at best. But even if to you she seems so very blessed, the best of women are just women at best. © 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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