How many steps will it take for me to get there?
How many hours in a day, a week, will I waste?
A path full of competitors and deceivers
All trying to get to the same place
Competition is fierce and I am afraid
My future, in pieces, floating through space
John Lasseter, the czar of Pixar
In my eyes, a king upon a throne
Looking through me, down below me
Yet unseeing, like I don’t exist
I suppose animation is a skill I want to learn
I suppose its a talent I wish, I yearn for
I know for a fact I am trapped
Captured, and I want to escape
To break the chains tying me down
To leave my home and find a new town
Whether its Walt Disney’s magical kingdom
Or some place else where I can film for my freedom
Yet I doubt myself, frown upon myself
I wonder: “Am I good enough for this?”
This faraway dream; how far away is it from me?
One step away or one million scholarships
Plus overworked hours with no pay?
Is it worth taking those steps?
Or is my head too clouded to see
The foolishness in my heart, inside me?
I throw away those doubts into the trashcan
With a grin on my face, I take the first step
Towards beginning my plan to see the man
The creator, the czar, the king of Pixar
And maybe impressing him with my thoughts?
And maybe, hopefully, become an animator
A writer, a dreamer, a visual designer,
For Walt Disney’s Animated Pixar.