Who Judges The Judges?

To those who are so quick to judge they often do not see their smudge and deem themselves close to the greats then walk around like heavyweights. I say, put on my moccasins and throw your own into the bins then walk the road that I selected respect the signs that were erected and after many, endless moons you'll come upon a town of ruins. You will not know what all this means and see a tower, one that leans perhaps you open now your mouth, when someone says, 'my man, go South.' And suddenly, you find that you should wear a certain type of shoe. You now feel lost and scratch your beard this mess is something you had feared. And no one in that foreign land will come and hold your shaky hand. All talent is like silent thunder, so much does concentrate Down Under.