Though, no more than anyone else,
At least in the overall realm of reality,
And the true nature of the self,
But within the context of the personal,
And the reality we all create,
As a society to nurture each other,
Some are more and some are less great,
And some are just born out of their time,
Some too early and some too late,
And some are meant for a reality,
That humans could never make.
So it's alright,
When in your darkest hours you contemplate,
How your greatest works are valueless.
That is simply some of our fate.
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