Poem 11-12-2009

I have sat by the roadside

And watched the drivers pass by

I have wondered where their ride was taking them.

And how the world was embracing them

I’ve sat and I’ve thought in terms of “poor me”

In terms of the victim, of the blind, of the unfree

And I looked at the chains of excuses I’d looped

And realized it was only myself I had duped

Who said you can’t have this, can’t do this, just can’t

It wasn’t your mom, your dad, or your aunt

It was you, you fool, saying it’s too hard

But too hard for what? To try? To play a part?

So I stood as I shook myself out of reverie

And plotted my path with a new found glee.