I went to the gods
To the wheel
To the forge
To the very gates
And shook my fist
With yells and cries and shouts of defiance
I left from the gods
To the car
To the mud
To the banality of the mundane
And went my way
With ego and hubris and childish satisfaction
I went about my days
Pushing my boundaries
Pushing my comforts
Pushing my self imposed limits
And complimented myself
For daring to travel an inch out of my way
And now the first fruits of my arrogance falls ripe from the tree I planted
Into my open hand
To refuse it is to mock all I have claimed I wanted
To accept it is to release the safety of predictable banality
If I wait too long
The fruit will rot in my hand
A decision must be made
It tastes of bitter fear
Sweet hope
Acrid hubris
I suspect
As the tree matures
The fruit will taste better
I will find out for myself
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I love this!
It reflects my sentiments, as well as my work right now.
I wonder if i may reprint it (with name and link ofcourse)?
Any public post is free for the taking. I only ask for attribution. As many of your posts I’ve shared, I owe you this at least!