oh, to be a prodigy.

oh, to be a prodigy,
for something to come as easy as breathing
to love something so much that i can't live without it
to share with the world something they haven't seen before

what is it like to be a prodigy?
do the people even know how amazing they are?
do they have trouble imagining thinking at our level?
do we seem slow to them?

what is the life of a prodigy?
do they get bored easier than us?
do they fill their lives with nothing else?
do they live and breath their craft?

i may not be a prodigy,
but i do have something i can't live without.
i have trouble imagining not being able to do it.
and i live and breath my art.

no, i'm not a prodigy,
but i'm very glad that God made me me.