Earned

The world has only so much space.

Is it a crime to make my place?

You look politely at my face.

Your silence proves you a disgrace.


Your eyes looking at me speak.

I hear them telling me you're weak.

You say nothing, silent, meek.

You're hiding what you think and seek.


My dreams exist to plainly see.

My thoughts are never trapped in me.

I tell you what I want to be.

I speak, you don't, my words are free.


For wealth and fame, the lesser burned.

For power like mine, the weak yearned.

The price is conscience, I have learned.

My honest success, has been Earned.


Can you say the same?