Like a Klimt,
Gold and yearning.
Benefactors frozen in time.
All concealed in the recesses of your mind.
You have it all:
The mysterious talent others envy,
The innate skill to be the best,
But it’s chained behind your unbreakable will.
I do my best
To get through to you,
To make you realize this wealth
That you bury so deep inside your fragile self.
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