When will I be good enough?
When will I be chosen?
Because I keep traversing
The never-ending mountain
Trying to hold on to a ledge
Waiting for a hand to come down
For Zeus to say with a booming voice
That I am chosen
That I can finally ascend
Instead, it's other people
At the base, not even halfway
That get chosen
And as I watch them ascend
I get on my hands and knees
Begging, pleading, praying
Asking why
Asking if my belief is warranted
Or a fever dream
And I wonder what they have
I can't help but feel this anger
This resentment
This questioning
If it's actually worth hanging on
Or if it's time to accept
That I will never be someone's
Good enough
You share Morgan Wallen's thematic depth and pacing.
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BubbaGump
The Greek gods were pretty fickle and weren't known to treat humans or each other fairly. I'd break it off with Zeus (who obviously doesn't care) and search out another god.
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