Dark Horse
Do you know who you are?
That is a good sign.
So many don't!
And I am sure by now,
You are not surprised by this.
Do you know your capabilities?
Even those who have spent years...
And mommy and daddy's money,
Partying in the finest colleges...
Will never figure that one out!
They have been 'assigned'
To seek good paying jobs!
Not minds to independently think.
IF you have been accused of 'thinking'...
At least 'everything' didn't end up,
Confused in your head.
Your heart is involved!
No one has to tell you what your potential is!
You know.
Do you know your desires?
What heats you up...
Chills you out and douses your fire?
Many are on prescription drugs...
And scheduled therapy sessions for that.
They haven't the slightest clue.
They are counting on someone else,
To show them the way.
Tell them what to do.
But you?
What does it matter what a stranger thinks?
Or who says what?
Common sense has already spoken.
And you have known...
Everyone who lives,
Does so to eliminate 'something' that stinks!
Speculation may be a good thing.
And used by those you go to casinos.
However...
Speculating over who says what,
About what it is you should or should not do...
Still will not get you to where you know you are going.
That's 'if' you have a need to go anywhere.
And if that is not a need of yours...
Do all the speculation you want.
You will have lots of company.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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