Just a variation on a previously addressed subject. It’s not an attempt at a re-make as much as it is the product of the same feeling aimed towards the same entity.
“Why Never I?”
Gasping smoke pours down awry
And I hear them laugh at me.
Their acts are true, their word is lie,
Yet I kneel in humility.
But why should I lay down my soul
At the feet of those who won’t?
Why hope and dream of final goals
That I could never dare confront?
Why does the sun smile only for those
Who never gaze towards the sky?
Why do I struggle to compose?
Why always THEM and why never I?