I'm witnessing a master in the midst of making my start
It's me witnessing a future I could only wish to impart
See I'm no where near skilled enough to mimic what I see
But I've studied enough to scans the seams in the tapestry
There is hidden scaffolding which is holding up the frame
Carefully crafted and concealed through skill not shame
Breadcrumb lain in a line for the learnéd fan
Who wants to start their own journey but wonders if they can
Plenty pretty plosives placed to build a beat in bass along a line
Peter Piper picked coulda picked a pickled pepper but he left 'em on the vine
In the spaces, in the gaps, there is cunning craftwork in the making
There's a world of difference in a fighter holding back and one who's faking
I'm essentially no nearer a professor than one who never even tried
But I'm seen footprints in my past that remind me of the ride
That I have many miles ahead, but that the journey has been pathed
And that I've already got the perks of appreciation for the craft
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Inspired by Testament
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