Be not a word that is almost this
Be the thing that is this
What nature intended you to be
What the universe sparked
And you will set the world on fire
Reach for the thing that calls to you
Misinterpreted not by what you
Thought it meant or mispronounced
Yourself to be but the thing that is
Craving for you to grab a hold of it
That’s the reason why you’re here
And when your make a promise to
Read one thousand books and you
Fail miserably
And when you make a promise to
Take a thousand steps around the
Mountains and you
Fail miserably
This is the misanthropic
This is the melancholic
This is the moment
A malapropism
Speak the word that you mean
Into life into the ground
Beneath your feet
And take heed
For the world as it is left turning
Will be what it is with or without you
The pandemic of life is to
Forget how to be the spark
You were intended to be and
To live without the fire
You were meant to burn
Pour the gasoline
Strike the match
Open the door
Lift the latch
Burn
© GÄ
Poétique 