How does one express their essence, Their being, In a box? If a picture is to represent a thousand words Are you restricting me To a fragment of a photograph? I resent your games, I resent your inhumanity I despise its necessity I mourn my compliance. Does this mark the beginning of my spiritual death? Am I to henceforth put across my thoughts to a word limit? Will my ideas be similarly censored? My inquisitive nature, stunted? My wonderment, cast aside? I shall seek refuge in the ideas of others, In the poems in which I once found possibility, And the music which gave me hope. I shall hope that I shall maintain the capacity to dream, To protect the part of myself that sets me apart, I am not the sum of my grades, Nor the text on my curriculum vitae. I am the life I have led, And the life I have yet to. This you shall never know, This I shall hang onto. Within this box, I present my current thoughts. And wonder how anyone can sum up their lives in the same number of words. This I yearn to write but dare not. I am conforming.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 18:38:12 +0000
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