20 Oct 2016 – Sonnet

What you settle for, what you desire,
are not synonymous. You tell yourself:
“I’ve always gotten by – a born surviver!”
That rat-brain intervention brought a wealth
of semi-satisfactory results.
Your soul is not a dog-sled, meant to aim
at mere expedience – such use insults
its power, though we’re called upon to tame
our gift to keep our places in the herd!
And so we bounce from pan to flame to pan,
our hope each move improves our lot – absurd
When we ourselves subvert our master plan.
Don’t waste another year before you know
for certain where your heart wants you to go!

~

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