Frame piece: Work in progress
From but only a thought and a single-cell
I burst through: welcomed but expelled
I came from blank thoughts and repetitive motions
To engaging in conversation developing ideas and notions
I rolled on rugs from end to end with no pace or strategy
To capturing accolades in my athletic pursuits, as if casually
I once found the notion of my demise one frightening
Now every day I'm alive, seems like it might be far more enlightening
I've come across a share of others I thought I loved and befriended
I've seen some grow, some make family, and some have time ended
Mine eyes started with great clarity : Crisp, clean, and constant
Evolved or devolved with astigmatism If I must be honest
In that regard I once believed I could be punished for telling lies
Now I know that you can earn your weight in gold for it, in employer's eyes
I once believed in the American dream : Be all you can be, live, do, and be free
Now I'm aware that even with your greatest strengths- Corporate chains are some of the most restraining
I once was blessed with a child's sense of happiness and go go go
I grew into a sense of disappointment answering many wrongs with "no, no, no"
My spirituality began boxed and confined to pews of churches brick and pine
Now I know that those thoughts are shared between the creator and simply I
I once thought you started at the beginning and that there was a definitive finish
It's more and more evident, that this is less true as things are less systemic
I watched a world grow from one norm to the next, claiming one time was best
I laughed, I cried, I forgot, I remembered, I digress
The Earth filled with more and more bodies no longer running
The heaven's and hell's agents always getting more cunning
I saw ignorance grow into a new found passion in knowledge
I watched knowledge turn one to sloth passion left looking rotten
The words from me may sound sad, truth is they aren't oversold
You'll get what you see and not simply what you're told
I once slept normally and awoke naturally
now I am restless and awake with device's aid erratically
I once started as a babe writing the letter's shapes on a paper
Hoping that somehow I made words that were valid , no danger
Looks like I tread a thin-line stringing ideas and thoughts together in type
Hoping that it makes sense, that there's more substance than just self-hype
I grew from a school of thought that I could be great in any way I wanted to be
I never grew out of that, I applied the idea that I must always be improving
From the moment I show up to the moment I roll out
Working on my weaknesses, driving away others' doubt
I was but babe
now I'm a mind:
I now see all
where once was blind