human's magic, only lies in fraction by their wit
in grim and grey their sorrows are painted
and low the self esteem is told to fake it
until they make it and boom their light is lit
but inner giants sleep deep nightmarish slumbers
afraid to look and test their limbs on trees and hills
challenge the sun for blisters or glaciers for cold chills
it's their fear of failure that encumbers
but I dare to doubt a giant's fear of waking
it's their mortal human skin, that puts them into sleep
and lingers like a stalker, is awkward like a creep
waiting for the giant's dormant aching to be enough heartbreaking
for their human skin to crumble and uncage this sleeper there
wakes them, shakes them, wants to see the giant stand
and the human is so desperate, it ain't going as they planned
but the giant's illiterate, untrained, unskilled in fight and care
and it is then when human's magic will come into the play
to teach the giant how to stand within a human skin
so sorrows won't be painted in colours of grey and grim
using wise the lessons learnt of life, love and decay
work in progress
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