there once was a thought that became a foresight
it's idea was so big that it had to ignite
beginning at a seed in a young flower
the plant unbeknownst to the seed's true power
winters fall and the summers spring
no one knowing, really, what the seed would bring
so it grew doing its own thing
forgetting that in a garden bees do sting
the sprout grew big its mind in an early stage
her confidence hard coming out not ripened to age
forbidding to attention and stayed backstage
watching the other actors recite perfect page after page
the young dramatist was ridiculed, teased, and ignored
her spotlight so very shallow and dim
for she believed that dreams were only meant for the slim
so the actress walked off the stage and behind her well made curtain
now an afflicted berton
why? the lead actors decided to destroy the set
what a fate for the little brunette
it destroyed the little actress' playwrite from start to finish
out of the studio she left her home since the grand opening, that imageless thought
so depressed, strung out, and mind warped
and more than distraught
running to her heart, deeply hurt
and the condition awry
confusedly, loudly she again cry
the new flower once was dry
now over watered and started to die.
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