Correctrospect. Poem by Adam Thoms

So, I'm walking toward,
Something I can't afford.
There's no sign what's behind each door,
Or in store for me.

I can't stop now,
No, it's all I know how.
It's the kind of string that's pulling me to sing.

Now I'm on my way,
Making more of my day to day,
Creating work from play,
And that's okay with me.

You can tell me I don't know what I know, but what do you know?
You can whisper words I don't want to hear and that's just fine,
Because your legacie's in tune with mine,
But without you I'm still alright.

Now I'm up to bat,
I'm swingin' like there's no contact,
Between the floor and the fact,
That life is just an act.

I'm in search of,
Ways to flourish doing what I love,
Finding courage to take off the glove,
And fly like a dove.

You can tell me I don't know what I know, but what do you know?
You can whisper words I don't want to hear and that's just fine,
Because your legacie's in tune with mine,
But without you I'm still alright.

If you refuse to connect
With things that are correct
You might lose their respect

If you choose to connect
With the hect sect
It's called Correctrospect.