Let Us Have A Taste

I heard you are drenched in gifts
And your light repels darkness
Your mind a reservoir of ideas
Will you refine them?

I heard your father unfurled greatness on you
Made your tongue a running tap of excellence
And your brain a bomb of beautiful thoughts waiting to explode
Why do you gulp from the stream of mediocrity?

I heard your gifts are chained by procrastination
And your ideas hanging on a thread of indecision
Your gifts are appetizing
Let us have a taste