They All Say

The cream will rise, they always say

But then they paint in shades of grey

Talent touches, waters reach

But oceans only wave so far

Contained by a sand-castled beach

All those castles in the sand

Lead to newer, unfound land

And yet only a few exist

Castles, yes

But in their mist

In their mist, there live giants

Amidst worlds of smaller clients

They are making mice of men

Some untold

But there are them

They who hold the torch so high

That you know it lights the sky

Lights it all until, now grey

You look again

And only see hindsight’s dismay


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