For in the end
it will be the belief
in my
potential
and the hatred
of the
conventional
that kills me.

If you are good in one thing
You are definitely good in another thing
Specialization and fear, hindered her
from exploring the deep waters of herself

I used to cry from worry
And thought I wasn't capable of much
I thought great things required great people
A task I'd never clutch
I am not great not different
Not extra ordinary
And life was too hard and I was too small
But really it was the contrary
I thought I cried because things were hard
But now I see those were tears of lost hope
I wanted to grow up to a better phase of life
Instead of learning how to cope
I thought life only got easier
And that this was just the worst
But I could only see in inch ahead
I was ready to go in the dark head first
I didn't know that life just got harder
But also better by the minute
Because as you age you grow and learn
And potential has no limits
I was the start of something great
It was still yet to be
But I saw nothing in myself
And distant future was hard to see
I realize how our perceptions change
My once biggest problem is now so small
And I am now capable of greater things
I no longer wish to grow up rather for time to stall
But even after all of this
I still see no problem in crying
It's part of you don't hold it in
When you do to yourself you're lying
Keeping it in is like wearing a mask
And it doesn't make it better
So shed the feelings and be proud
Even if your cheeks get wetter
But please never cry from worry
Just have hope in life in you
Worry distracts from what's really going on
And can taint your future too
Live a life filled with hope
But remember when life seems hard
This is but a moment in a picture you can't see
This moment is but a shard

Man that I am
Man that I was
Both are men
That I seek to forget

But here I am
The man I've become
The product of my decisions
Boyhood
No longer

But I take heart
For I am young
And mistakes
May be attributed
To youth

Yes I will learn
To be the man I'm becoming
And to make him a man
Worth being

Have our Scottish hearts
Shrunk in the fields
Of foreign rule
Are we not greater
Than the fears
****** on us
Have we become mice
That scurry and hide
Only tempted out by cheese
Laid in many traps
Are we content
To live in the shadows
Of our neighbors ambition

I am not saying
Lets bury our minds
And drown in an
Optimistic ignorance
For we are all grown up
And know the risks
Are our abilities so short
And our hearts so weak
That we may be bold
Over so easily
Can we not find the strength
To fill our wobbly knees
Yes we all carry fear
Like all free men
But like William Wallace
We are not defined by our fear
For we stand tall and proud
And our honest hearts
Speak to us of Scottish potential
Much greater than fear

Do we not under estimate ourselves
Have we forgotten our heights and depths
As Scottish potential lies
Imprinted in the skies
By the Scottish highlands
And our emotional depths
And resources remain hidden
Undiscovered  in our many
Silent locks scattered
Throughout our land
And is not our toughness with an
Almost stubborn hardiness not found
Abundantly within our  heather
While golden eagles glide
A silent over seeing eye
Who breaths a Scottish clarity    

For I cry as rich men
Still seek to steal
Our many golden eggs
From the governor of the sky
Our most gracious Golden Eagle
So let all protect
All that is precious in Scotland
And let us cleanse our
Minds in the clear highland air
As we purge our hearts
With Scottish beauty
And release the stags
That will drive out  the
Many money lenders
That stifle our being

So let us all join together
As we are bound in the eternal
And not by pen or sword
And as we rediscover ourselves
We find our united voice
Of Scottish freedom

I am the Zelda.
The manic Fitzgerald,
Not nearly half as good as my other half,
but supposedly,
Awash with many enviable traits,
Beauty, Clarity and Limitless talent, abound.
or so they tell me.