Thursday, May 19, 2016

Sonnet Two

Not what he can do, but what he cannot.
Not the possible, but the obstacle.
Not the signified, but the parable.
Not what he's thinking, but what has been thought.
See, always with you what cannot be done.
You offer no resistance to weakness,
half-way welcoming it inside to rest.
The ones who really challenge you, you shun.
It's not love to share, but it's fear embraced.
There are many reasons to retire,
but only one to keep climbing higher.
If it's not greatness, what else can you chase?
I would not wish depression on any,
two perspectives in me, both are ready.

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