How will we know?

If you don't scribble,
you will never know,
how your mind nibbles,
off words that draw pictures
and illuminate hearts with inspiration.

If you don't jump,
you'll never know how high,
and we'll never know how low,
we can stoop just to see your show,
as you catch flight and break rims.

If you don't sing,
you will never know it's your thing,
and your voice; silenced,
deep in a casket of your choice,
will never give us courage.

If you keep shoving your hands
down into your pockets, and shy away,
you'll never know, the power they wield
to shock the world when you become  a boxer,

If you do not try to burn out your breaks,
make mistakes and taste fate,
how will we ever know that you're great?

If you like this piece I'm sure you'll like
the break through