What I fear, the most about this place:

Not the teens that too quickly become adults
Not the hasty that thoroughly make faults

Not the perfectionists that burn every detail out of every day
Not the flamers that improvise both ways

Not the musicians that speak with notes
Not the leaders that dominate with votes

Not the bullies that scheme with slime
Not the poets that race with rhyme

Not the runners that dope on the track
Not the junkies that love on smack

Not the hippies that dive under trees
Not the swimmers that hide in the sea

Not the cowards that sing “flee”
Not the choir members that paint lyrics in glee

But the artists: because they can see
what anyone can be.
This is what scares me.