Like a disciple,
A magician's right hand,

I, stand with you.

Tryin' to learn,
And understand,

your wisdom, your experience, you.

You try to make me feel, like I'm standing next to you,
But the truth is, I'm standing behind.

And always I ask myself, when?
When will I ?!

Not you, not anyone else, in front of me.
Just me in the head of the line.

I'm so tired of being behind...