Limits Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Limits can mark the boundaries,
Line the road of Life we travel on.

We make our own self vagaries
And put the boulders we stumble upon.

We limit Knowledge with prejudice
And limit Creativity when we copy,

We limit our Growth by deceitful practice
When we steal to replace Originality.

We limit our minds with refusal to Think
And instead grab ideas from others,

We warp and decay, and in Laziness sink
In delusional charade that we are... 'writers'.

Once limits are laid there is no Experience
No flight, no soaring in life's free horizon,

An empty conquest, gained acclaim in Pretense
No Challenge there laid in a game we have won.








Copyright
Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 31,2010