VALLEY OF LIGHTS (Posted 3/5/10. Written 9/2/02)
Lights fill up the valley like fire flies on a holiday.
Celebrating the freedom of movement, of life.
The sun has set on the day, but they continue.
The power of the sun does not compare to that which lies within.
Into the night, life is celebrated, no need to rest.
For here, the day is not spent on guard.
Energy vibrates here, this place in the valley.
On the hillcrest, the white picket fences shine.
Evil is withheld by the broken tree painted to its purest form.
Within, lie the well guarded tribe.
The tribe looks down in the valley in fear.
Let not the glamorous lights enter these gates.
They die in fear.
The heart shuts down as hate consumes each valve.
Break free of the protection that has witnessed such growth.
Break the leash that chokes a screaming throat.
Disturb the cherished silence of the hilltops.
Run along the unchartered path to the Valley of Light.
Run to the land of opportunity, freedom, of life.
Look back not in disgust or disappointment.
Look not at the hilltops as a place of sorrow of pain.
It is but a cradle built in hope of protecting an impressionable mind.
Some must stay where it all began.
Some are blinded by the power of the Valley of Lights.
They shall not shade their eyes to glance,
But will turn their head in disgust.
Move amongst the light with the knowledge,
With the pride and satisfaction that fulfillment has come.
The purity of the picket fence is forever tarnished.
Look at the hilltop and smile.
You are free from the leash that kep you. You are free.
AND THEN HE SMILES (2/13/10)
I see him walking by
And think to myself,
I want to see him waking up by my side,
And then he smiles.
I feel his soft skin brush against mine
And think to myself,
Maybe he’ll be mine with a little time,
And then he smiles.
I glance at his beautiful eyes
And think to myself,
If only he’d give me a try,
And then he smiles.
I hear him speak precious words
And think to myself,
He could be the one to pull out the sword,
And then he smiles.
Never has a smile caused so much pain.
Seeing him walk away, turning his back.
The torture of fate’s misfortune is insane.
My hope stripped and hijacked.
I get angry at the relentless world.
With more love to share and no one to receive,
I could explode into a million pieces,
And then he smiles.
THE DESERT SKY (2/5/10)
Flying high in the clear desert sky,
A hawk surveys the ground;
A drop of water, a morsel of food;
Looking for anything to nourish his soul.
The land below is dry and cracked;
Clouds took all the water back.
The animals have all receded,
Under rocks, into caves, into hiding.
And so that hawk continues to fly
Solo through the darkening sky.
The threat of thunder on the horizon;
The hawk can do nothing but close his eyes.
The lightening strikes,
As the thunder rumbles.
The earth shakes,
As mountains crumble.
An apocalypse of sorts.
A dilemma for the weak hearted.
From drought to floods;
No time to recover.
The hawk has no choice but to surrender,
To the forces of the world,
To the cruel fates and injustice.
In the face of peril, the hawk lands.
Q & A BOY (1/17/10)
I am your Q&A boy.
Trinkets of gold I have to give;
I make your world better to live.
Touch me not for I am stone,
All the answers you soon shall know.
I am your Q&A boy.
Ask and you shall receive;
Precious gems, moments of relief.
Touch me not for I am stone,
I’ll give and give, and this you know.
I am your Q&A boy.
A penny for your thoughts;
I’ll give you the answer you have sought.
Touch me not for I am stone,
Grounded I’ll sit, nowhere to roam.
I am your Q&A boy.
Worry not for I will always be here;
I’ll soothe the pain and dry the tears.
Touch me not for I am stone,
I need not reap what I have sown.
I am your Q&A boy.
Trinkets of gold I have to give.
THE TOMBSTONE (1/3/10)
Laying on the wet grass at the headstone,
Shaded by the trees that have grown around,
Memories of the life that lived below,
A time when things seemed perfect,
And now misery persists in its place.
Had he only held on longer;
If only she had said something else.
It died not in a struggle, but maybe it should have.
This tombstone has only brought sadness,
And I can’t fix any of it.
Everything has lived on as everyone searches.
He searches for her replacement and finds coal,
Dirty and limited with a predestined expiration date.
She searches for security and finds none;
Regrettably she tried to find herself and came up empty.
I run my hand on the cold stone in the graveyard.
I come to this place for understanding.
I look at the tombstone and fear my reflection;
Unable to fix their mistakes of the past,
My feet remain still on the plot of land.
The pain in his voice pierces me;
The sadness in her eyes is unrelenting.
They could have saved each other.
It would have saved me,
But instead I lay on the grave powerless.
TRICKY DICKY
Slick Dick, you’ve struck again
Your rapture, it captured, each and every friend
The prospect, the opportunity to follow you
Blindly they follow you with such fortitude
I fall victim to your power.
Slick Dick, I blame you for the pain
For they know not what they do
Your strength and allure driving me insane
I can’t compete with what you offer them
And I find myself pushed aside.
Tricky Dicky, you’re a cunning one
Manipulating their hearts and minds
Making them blind to each sign
They follow you into the lion’s den
And I walk alone.
Tricky Dicky, I surrender to your superiority
I cannot compete, but I maintain sobriety
I will continue to suffer from the grasp you have on all the others
And it will continue to be a bother
I realize there is nothing I can do.
THE CASTLE
Take my left arm, take my right.
Take my left leg, take my right.
Take my left ear, take my right.
It’s a give and take kinda world,
Fine; take a piece of me.
Your actions speak as loud as words,
And I have no more to give.
You’re a thief, disrespectful and destructive.
I’ve filled the moat;
Pits of fire have been set.
The drawbridge drawn;
Cannons are loaded.
Archers aiming;
This castle is all I have left.
I’ve retreated from my lands.
I’ve pulled in my diplomats.
Stationed within these fortified walls are my heart and soul,
The last of which you’ve not taken of me.
The drive of survival maintains strength.
I am lonely, but living.
I am hurt, but not dead.
I seek new allies in the landscape.
In a changing world, I must grow what was taken.
I must forgive my old enemies to focus on new ones.
I must build bridges to new lands;
Bridges to replace those connecting me with the Old World.
You’ve taken your last piece of me.
TODAY, TOMORROW
Your body
Move your body through the mundane days
Your mind
Guide your mind through the mess of the world
We all believe in a better tomorrow
Escape
Until that tomorrow, we search for today’s escape
Destruction
As we manipulate today, destruction left in the path
We have faith in a new moon
Move your mind and body with me
Catch my stride and I’ll grab yours
Let’s escape hand in hand, soul with soul
Together we can build today and mend the destruction
Faith in each other brightens tomorrow
Left out by choice or force, unbeknownst to me
It does not matter anyway
Today I want you here
Conquer all my fear
That in the end I will always walk alone
My body, my mind
I can never get it just right
Tired of the constant fight, I find destruction
With faith in tomorrow, I still escape today
I want to live today with you and see you tomorrow
JUDAS TO JESUS
Slapped by the hand of comfort, I retreat.
Running backstage, I redress.
Exit door lit, I run out in defeat.
Fast forward months without any progress.
A reversal to childlike antics,
I hit because I was hit first.
An immature game of dramatics takes hold,
Sparked and fueled by new found distrust.
I search for the sun on a cloudy day.
I know it’s there somewhere, I saw it yesterday.
I want it to reveal itself again.
I want to be reminded of its warmth,
And like a flower, I want to remember turning to it for life.
The memories no longer enough.
You can’t hurt me now.
I’ve not let go of the pain or the tears,
but you can’t add to them anymore.
But like Judas to Jesus, I lied;
And like Judas to Jesus, you betrayed me.
Your selfish needs have led to the demise of us both.
I will escape the Roman guards,
but you will not escape your mind, your solitude.
I am tired of being angry and sad.
The anger is pushing me to devilish thoughts.
I search for forgiveness and find nothing.
VENUS
That statue of Venus stood so tall
To its marble base, I’d fall in awe
In honor of and inspired by
Its strength and courage to which I relied
A place of protection, I’d go to and cry
Venus promised love and that’s what she gave
As a child, I’d run to her for my soul to save
Others went to Christ on a cross
Her statue is what I always sought
Suddenly I found myself destraught
The splendor I once saw vanished
Time left both her and I tarnished
I found myself running away
Pain to harsh, not knowing what to say
So much of me left betrayed
I don’t know what happened to that statue
Those who do must be few
I am left wondering the world on my own
Through countries, cities and men, I roam
Looking for something to fit in what I’ve sewn
Venus, I’ll find you once again.
DEAR DYLAN
Dear Dylan, you’re all grown up
The world has changed and you with it
Your shoulders broad, your jaw strong
Childhood departed, not forgotten
Dear Dylan, a man you work to become
Interacting with the past, present and future
Feverishly you work towards your independence
The brink reached, not surpassed
Dear Dylan, remember the days before
Remember the roles people played
Those who held your hand, those who knocked you down
Things remembered, not forgotten
Dear Dylan, you struggle to fit into your place
Your muscles grow strong, your bones go weak
The milk you once drank now soured
Mind and soul strong, not united
Dear Dylan, what can we do together?
Those once strong, now stand weak
In the race for the future, you’ve gotten ahead
Look ahead, not behind
Dear Dylan, the time has come
The training wheels long gone
You cross the street on your own
No longer a child, it’s time to grow into your own man
PIECES OF THE SHOW
I thought I had it all figured out.
Configured like a puzzle,
All the pieces fit;
All the pieces shattered.
Uncertainty continues to loom,
Baring through the destruction;
The rain does not fall.
The arid land cracks.
It breaks and falls apart.
Solutions are in drought;
Uncertainty continues to loom.
Everytime I think I’ve got it all together,
It seems to fall apart.
I wish I could start from scratch;
I wish for cleansing rain to fall and wash the bad away;
My precautions,
My inhibitions,
My fears,
My anxieties,
The inabilities blocking me from so much of what I want.
I want to learn to let go;
Let go of dreams long gone.
I need to release the emotions associated with the people around me,
The people who no longer play the roles they once had;
The roles are left unfilled.
I have to let go of the desire to recast these roles.
I need to realize the show goes on without them,
Without the extras of the play.
I need to learn that I really am the star of my show.
I have to remember the show must go on with or without him,
With or without her,
With or without all of them.
A one man show may be the destined future I hold.
I continue rehearsing, hoping for the big opening day.
THE RESERVOIR
A reservoir of water lies amongst the trees
Reflecting rays of light from the sun
Reflecting rays of light from dark clouds
It sits quietly as it interacts with winds
The animals come to drink
Rain ceases to fall on the landscape
Trees’ roots creep and crawl to the lake’s edge
Drinking from the ample resources, they live
Animals bathe and cleanse the filth of the day
The reservoir remains silent
Time goes by slowly without a drop to swallow
Time weighs down the reservoir
Its resources dwindling with each passing day
The trees take no notice as they absorb
The animals think not as they drink
“Swim in my warm waters
Drink from my precious resources
Continue to take from me what you do not have
Feed on me as you will now,
For I may not be here forever.”
And so the reservoir dwindled away slowly
Drop by drop it was consumed to nothing
The trees, the animals paid no attention
The needs of the creatures were met
Until the very day the last drop was taken
The reservoir ceased to exist any longer.
SILENCED
Silenced by the apathy of others
My mouth remains shut as not to be a bother
Emotions and feelings better left unsaid
No place for them outside my own head
Wrapped in black boxes they get stored away
With an attentive ear I listen
Yes, I listen; listen to each word and each fear
Each thought, idea and desire consumed
Endlessly I provide an avenue for you
Dead ends are all I come upon
I want to be heard without having to yell
Someone listen to me because you want to
I have demons too
I have problems too
I live as you do
Emotions and feelings go left unsaid
Apparently not of value to leave my own head
Silenced by your apathy
The black boxes get stored away
Pain fiercely grips my yearning soul
Won’t someone listen to me and care
Can’t anyone just give me a chance, if just for a moment
I really want to be heard, but I won’t fight
Not willing to battle for your attention
I retreat to me, the only one who always listens.
FROZEN
Frozen by fear of the unknown
I find my sanctuary in solitude
Scared of the inconsistent warmth others provide
I retreat to the grave of yesterday
Habits I’ve tried to mutilate
Their sanctuary becomes home
Frozen by fear of the unknown
Yet the curiosity of something more continues to fascinate
I turn to you a minute too late
The lights off and curtains down
The return of silence, that familiar sound
I find my sanctuary to contemplate
Fallen into the same traps as before
The fool of fools I feel I’ve become
A return to the battleground loses allure
Incapable of facing another horror
Injustice upon injustice suffered
No good deed goes unpunished
A LETTER TO THAT GIRL
I see you. I hear you. You talk. I listen. A continued process. A product of your surroundings, it’s understandable that you’ve not yet escaped that world. Elementary existence is easy and it is fun, but you can have that and more. In this modern age, you can be a woman and be smart. You can be ambitious and feminine. You don’t have to choose. Find the light. See the light. The potential is within you and you know it. I see the fear in your eyes. I see the struggle of being torn between two worlds. You can find the luxury of both, should you choose. Please choose it. The path you’re on is scary and it’s dangerous. The end will be dreadful. The trade between initial pleasure and future disdain is inevitable. Your intelligence does not need to be hidden. No need to mask it. Dumbing down to get a man is not worth it. Your worth is not determined by your ability to jump from man to man, or getting married. I see you falling under the wrong influences and it’s painful. A woman of the new millenium can be so much more than the antiquated ideas that once thrived. Please see it in yourself; the power, the potential and the ambition. Make it grow and thrive. It will be for you in the end.
CALLS MY NAME
The sun is down
The midnight hour comes closer
That dark cave grows darker
A dim light flickers within
I hear it call my name
Temptation and curiousity get the best of me
What exists within its dark chambers
Dancing images on its walls
A mystery unbeknownst to most
The hand of the Devil lures me in
I hear him call my name
A prayer for salvation goes unheard
Creatures lurk within the trenches of the cave
Reaching for my being, they dare not speak
I know not what has brought me here
Just like a dream, all goes unanswered
And just like a dream true feelings have no place
Yet I have no desire to leave
The cold air within numbs the nerves
The dark caverns leave a lasting impression
Like a drug, the effects linger on
I want to escape. I want to leave
Yet I find myself chained inside
Little hope of moving on
Within the chambers of this cave I wither away
I hear the outside call my name and feel nothing.
EMPTY SOULS TRUMPET ON
Ravaging the streets day and night
Creating a scene, a ghastly fright
Heels longer than their skirts
The world their oyster with a simple flirt
And their empty souls trumpet on.
Branding the world with their image
Thinking they’ve cast out those on the fringe
The same production night in and night out
Fearing they’ll forget what it was all about
And their empty souls trumpet on.
Engaging the world with their massive sunglasses on
Gucci, Versace and Louis Vuitton
What are they trying to hide;
The simple fact that their soul has died?
And those around patiently await its resurrection.
Living the life of a rockstar without talent
A life being lived with constant imbalance
Taking pride in only their empty popularity
Lacking knowledge in the power of individual spirituality
And those around patiently await its resurrection.
The world continues to suffer with their presence
Only the economy benefits from their high credit balance
Material goods determine their wealth
As their behavior destroys social health
And their empty souls trumpet on.
STANDING ALONE
I’ve been failed, time and time again
Placing blind faith where faith never belonged
I’ve been disappointed, time and time again
Keeping faith in an ideal of goodness
A keen desire left unfulfilled
An unrequited loyalty
A tarnished and scarred set of remains
Keep on keeping on
To the next stone left to turn
Perserverance continues to tire
Growing continually weary
Introspection becomes dreary
The continuing pattern year in and year out
Never stopping and never changing
Expectations set too high, too low
Questions left unknown
Criticisms made to sharply, too lightly
The sun increasingly seen less bright
A keen desire left unfulfilled
When inconsistency is consistent
And trends fail to fade
All that remains is the strength of self
Dependence left on others doomed to fail
Loyalty to others pushed to the brink
I stand alone, time and time again.
A DAY WITHOUT ME
A day without me
A day without him
A day without her
One day they’ll see
We’re all citizens under the red, white and blue
Me, him, her and you
With civil liberties afforded to all
The equal opportunity to prosper
A divided nation is doomed to fall
With justice for all we grow stronger
The chance to build a family
White picket fences and a dog
Equal chance to participate in the dream
And take us from the fog
A day without me
A chance to simply say
A productive citizen with taxes to pay
A hope that one day they will see
Some may say it’s simply not fashionable
But I know this country is fully capable
A statesman I’m not, a citizen I am
With a fundamental belief of equality
And protection under the law for each American
Longing for the day that includes me.
WITH NOTHING SAID
So many words exchanged with nothing said
The benefits of keeping some in our head
So many actions taken with nothing done
The benefits of new direction. Ready, run!
Talking, talking, talking
Everyone wants to talk
Something of nothing
Stop all the pain; stop all the suffering.
Filling in cracks, better left empty
Let the water run through
Cleanse the air with new found silence
Time is of the essence, simply have patience.
Communication never ceases to exist
Everyone always connected at every moment of time
Never taking time to stop and simply be
Stop the contemplating and one will see.
The picture’s never solid
The image never clear
Stop all the talking and let it will be
The cracks not void; no action necessary.
Simply said, say nothing at all
Enough is enough, the pieces won’t fall
So much spoken with nothing said
Give it up, the horse is dead.
MY POWER & THEIR POWER
I have little faith in Jesus Christ,
nor the miracles he is said to have performed.
I have little faith in Abraham,
nor the burning bush Moses is said to have seen.
I have little faith in Muhammad,
nor the messages he is said to have received.
People find meaning to life through these tales.
People are led through life by the preachings of false prophets.
People kill and hate with passion derived from bastardized readings of ancient texts.
I can’t follow such rituals, doctrines or rhetoric.
I can’t understand without logic.
I can’t live without the freedom to question.
Where do I turn for higher meaning and understanding?
How do I believe in something more powerful than myself,
guiding me, watching me, showing me without knowing?
How do I blindly lend a hand to an unexplained force,
and yet still feel I have power to determine destiny?
Does everything even need explaining in the end?
ONLY THE MEMORY
A feeling remembered;
A touch cherished;
All that remains are the memories.
A slave, I am bound by steel and,
He is my master without knowing.
Lashing at me in my darkest corner,
Torturing me when I can’t fight back,
I struggle for release and the liberty I need.
The memories continue to bind me.
What will ever become of me?
He’s not here and he never will be.
Steel links bind me to solitude,
And I can’t change my attitude;
But I need to be free.
It’s time for my release.
All that remains are the memories.
Haunting me, I fight the darkness.
I struggle with the cuff accessories;
And now I find I am still bound.
Sitting in the dark dungeon,
My eyes are closed and my mind open.
Exploring the foundation;
Feeling the cold mortar bricks;
It is all familiar.
I find the beast within and I am happy.
Comfort found in the memories.
Miles away, for a moment he is with me again,
Torturing me and I don’t fight back.
A slave, I am bound by steel.
A feeling remembered;
A touch cherished;
And all that remains are the distant memories.
I CAN’T CARRY YOUR WEIGHT ON MY BACK
You see the ghost within yourself
You struggle with the demon inside
Day in and day out you struggle
It consumes you everyday
A battle you can’t seem to win,
and I can’t carry your weight on my back.
I sat in the storm
Thunderous sounds, terrifying floods
Soaking from the rain
Carrying the weight of drenched clothes
The burden wore on me
I found the light
I found the warmth
I found me
You see the ghost in the mirror
The reflection of yourself
You dared to look, but cannot bare what you see
Day in and day out, you return
The ghost continues to haunt you
It consumes your every waking hour
The clock moves forward, but you cannot
I can’t carry your weight on my back
I’ve stared down the demon’s eyes
Arm in arm, we danced a dark dance
Back and forth we moved
Leading, following and continuing to follow
Incapable of breaking from the sights
I stared at the demon’s eyes
I broke the trance
I broke the stride
I broke my former self
You see, you’ve got this thing
I had this thing
You’ve got this thing
I had this thing
And I can’t carry your weight anymore
I’ve seen the ghost
I fought the ghost and grew tired
An unnecessary battle, no longer needed
I retired and won
I can’t struggle with yours for you
I can’t carry your weight on my back
It’s not fair to ask me back into the storm
It’s not right to dress me for your battle
I am not a gutter here to collect what you can’t handle
I am not a soldier here to bare the burden of your battle
You see, it hurts me when you try
It reminds me of battlegrounds I conquered
Shell shock to my reflection
Cracking my mirrors, images distorted
My peace treaties strained
Suddenly, I am dancing with the demon and staring at the ghost again
I can’t carry your weight on my back
It’s not fair for you to place your burden on me
Dance the dance
Fight the fight
But stop using me as your scale.
MY SECRET GARDEN
In my secret garden, I work
Each row planted with original tales
Good and bad
Entrance gates locked
It’s my secret garden
In my secret garden, I live
Darkness gleams here
Brightness shines within these stone walls
It’s my secret garden
In my secret garden, I stand guard
Each new treasure needs protection
Each specimen deserves the utmost respect
Good or bad
The gates are locked
It’s my secret garden
In my secret garden, I lay
Reveling in the truths I only know
Ensuring escape remains impossible
Watering and feeding my treasures, I work
Truth be told, it will never be told
It’s my secret garden after all
And I believe, and I fall.
GRAB ME
Grab me
Catch me
I’m falling from grace
Give me your divine inspiration 
Grab me
Touch me
See me
I need to be seen
I want to feel connected
Remind me of what it is like to be apart of something
Grab me
Embrace me
Feel me
I have to know it will be okay
Give me comfort that its still possible
Grab me
Hold me
Show me
Carry me to a new place with sites unseen
I have to feel alive again
Catch me, I’m falling
Rescue me, I’m dying
Carry me, I want to fly.
And on the School Girls Play
The idle gossip of schools girls;
The blatant exagerations of truth for attention;
Manipulating facts to maintain importance in a precious circle.
The cyclical behavior continues through time.
With nothing of value to say, the lies begin.
Obsessed with the lives of others,
the internal self withers to nothing.
The cycle continues.
Access to the hidden and secret treasures of lies,
Valued as self worth in the precious circle.
The spokes of the wheel support the cycle’s structure,
supports it as it rolls through time.
Nothing is sacred in the cycle’s path;
And nothing is honored or respected.
There is no room for squares;
Be a spoke in the wheel or die trying.
A big center with empty words.
The wheel moves along;
And on the school girls play.
OBSESSIONS
Youth & beauty
Sex & power
Money & ownership
Obsessions perched at the brink of all,
Values placed where nothing exists.
Youth is not beauty,
And beauty is not youth.
Obsession with physical perfection,
And the ignorance of all else requires attention.
It all disgusts and dishonors the very life they try to enrich,
Attempting to fulfill their agendas with false promises,
False hopes and false dreams.
Obsessing with youth and beauty,
Sex and power,
All else is ignored and ceases to hold value.
The wisdom of experience forgotten,
Internal and spiritual development left behind.
Withdrawal from this horrid environment seems a viable option.
The environment won’t change and only shows signs of exacerbation.
And like a ticking time bomb,
Tick, tick, tock, patience is lost.
Feelings of disconnection continue to fabricate,
Piling higher and higher.
The moment of toppling over a possible fate,
A time for it simply to be said and done.
FIRE
Fire causes destruction of all in its path.
It does so with grace and grandeur;
A magnificent beauty of illumination.
Fire is the essential tool of modern creation.
Its utilization has advanced the very world it destroys;
A dichotomy to be dealt with.
Fire is passion.
Passion is fire.
It creates beauty, just as much as it destroys it.
Passion is admired, as often as it is questioned.
A fiery personality pushes ahead.
It is weighed down by status quo.
It endures.
As burning coals fuel the world,
Passion fuels the soul.
When passion dies, so does the being.
The motivation to continue ceases to exist.
The fire’s flame is dying slowly.
Something that burned so bright has since been fought down,
Fought down by earth and water.
It feels unusual and it feels uncertain.
Staring at the dying flame,
Those who watch wait for its revival.
Contemplating fuel sources, none seem to be found.
Anxiously watching time go by,
The soul dies in remembrance of years gone by.
Sites were not just seen, but experienced.
Sounds not simply heard, but felt.
The world seemed so available;
A place to play in, learn in and enjoy.
Now, it seems that place has gone.
Barriers not worth fighting,
The fire’s light dims.
It desperately pleas for fuel,
Or the flame itself will diminish to darkness.
THE INNOCENT SMILE
A mother sits on a bench. A stroller sits with a small baby looking unknowlingly at the future world she will soon have to conquer. She smiles because others smile at her, but without the sense of knowing why they all smile at her. The natural reflex of smiling at a baby is hard to avoid.
The small baby doesn’t know she is a symbol of what we all once had. A tableau rosa being colored in ever so rapidly, everyday. It all goes by so fast. She reminds us of the innocence that exists in the cruel world that surrounds us. She reminds us of the choices we made then and the choices we make now. We are reminded of the mistakes we made and the battles we won; the guy we shouldn’t have let go, the job we earned and the time we had one more when we should have said no.
She shares the undetermined future, but we have less chances than her. The world will be in a different spot when she is my age. I don’t know if I should be scared for her, myself or everyone.
Dear Mr. Jack of All Trades
Dear Mr. Jack of All Trades, Master of None,
Tell me what you do well, and then tell me what you dont. You do so much, yet do so little.
What is it like to know a little about everything, but command knowledge in nothing? Is it difficult or complicated? Are you complacent or frustrated? Can you build a life on this, or will you struggle and drown?
Mr. Jack of All Trade, Master of none, you do not command attention when you walk in a room. No one recalls second rate talent and you’ll simply blend in. Recognition is not bestowed upon a master of nothing.
Mr. Jack of All Trades, Master of None, answer a question for me. How do you fit in a specialized world? How do you compete against anyone? You contemplate a gold medal, but never earn one. I imagine that is the case. Are you happy Mr. Jack of All Trades?
I assume these questions must be difficult to answer. You could avoid this all if you’d simply choose a focus. Make a choice and master that. You may lose a title, but you may gain fame. For all you know, you’ll find success Mr. Jack of All Trades, Master of None.
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