Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Meant To Evolve


With the wind it may appear,
As if I too drift.
With an aimless shifting,
Without a purpose connected meant.
One depicted a nonconformist and rejecting limits.

Although the mind was not man-made invented,
To accept restrictions...
With an enforcement of it.
This is not the experience,
I have ever wished for myself to exist.

To then land and off again sent,
Like many refusing to accept a doing,
Anything interpreted to be concrete.
But solid are the deeds I leave behind.
To be found in the minds awakening.

Like nature represented,
This life we live is meant to evolve.
With a budding to bloom.
As each stage left of it...
Dissolves.

No one is meant to stay affixed,
To limits that restrict.
That's the basis for biases and conflicts.
And biases and conflicts,
I drift away from them quick.

I...
Like you,
We are here and meant to evolve.
Not remain involved in conflicts,
To never resolve to have them solved.

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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