The irony of always being the poet, but not the poem,
And the irony of having unmatched metaphors, but not the muse,
The irony of being the shooting star, but not the moon,
The irony of being the ocean, but not having a river to flow in it,
The irony of being the ashes, but not the sparks to ignite the fire.
The irony of being the forest, but not having the beasts to inhabit it,
And the irony of being the lover, but not being loved.