there is a left glove . someplace warm, not living up . to its potential
here’s an empty chair . perfect place to sit and think . unused potential
to protect the tree the flowers wait to open ‘til the time is right
whatever we are pales in comparison to what is possible
we wrongly believe that once potential is lost it cannot be found
to see potential where others do not is where optimism grows
we have potential but can land in the wrong place to realize it
just because someone seems to be stuck, we should still see their potential
even at our best we can only burn so bright and that’s good enough
uptown jack 