From The Lab

Eff Destiny

We the sons of pen and paper,
Heedless, jump the cliffs of chance,
Blind to paths well trodden down,
Deaf to the volume of the rants,
Ignore the perils of the myth,
Speak the mind and plead the fifth.

Set sail the notebook battleships!
Burn through all chains which bind the lips,
Withstand the force of stones and sticks
And watch what you'll accomplish.
Dodge the critic's accurate sting,
Who beat the peasant and praise the king,
Contributing nothing, but loudly sing,
That all true art is demolished.

Popular prejudice says that you
Should conform to the ways of yesteryear,
Stay within the thick drawn lines,
And follow your elder's trails and fears,
Let nothing new be done or made,
Until tradition presents your grave.

With swollen knuckles and bitten nails,
Withstand the stress to pierce the veils,
Fight off the sharks to swim with whales,
And thrive under that pressure which lingers.
Breathe easy, evoke a peace of mind,
Where fair muse will call and talent will find
The confidence to be one-of-a-kind,
And give Lady Fate a chosen finger.