A solemn promise, pledge or personal commitment.
A vow to be someone who others could live vicariously through.
To create– to enliven — to be that which does not sit quietly by,
Anachronistic as the old cactus in my window:
Forgotten by sunlight and void of hydrating attention it rotted away.
These plans that were once fresh and innocent,
Refreshing as aloe to burned skin they were,
Now sit crumpled in a corner;
Three-time, light weight champions
Awaiting the details from the county coroner.
This life that was to be,
The plan that once was set
Bow, bend your knees to the weight of a tuitional bill
Footed toward confident tap shoes and beat them down
Until they are blue and gold.
Blue for the bruises.
Gold for the sequins that cover them.
To reach the stars without jetpacks or suits.
But you get codified and categorized and learn to regard
YOURSELF in the light of what you do or don’t do,
And regard others only when they prompt you to.
Listening isn’t just an action, it’s a skill set
And it’s mad crazy to be anything less than someone who can
PRETEND to learn the same thing eight days a week.
See, listening’s not just a tool,
It’s the whole set,
And I bet that the world would have a lot less you in it
If you could stand the true truth that
“You” is not who we should be waiting for greatness for.