Do you have a number that has always stuck
out more than the rest
Or maybe a favorite color that always looked
on you the best
Or maybe your choices have not been yours at
all
Because somehow it was always written to you
on the wall
Did these things just appear to you with eyes
closed, inside your head
Or was it the color of your room
Or maybe the posters above your bed
Was your favorite toy all created from a fresh
mind, cleared from outside thoughts
Or was it seen in the hands of another
Or maybe advertised on tv and then sought
When you took your first ball of clay and was
asked to mold whatever you want
Was it something created soley by your own
thoughts
Or was it an animal, a person, place or thing
that was taught
This could go on forever
And it does in everyone
We cannot avoid it
And nothing to make it better
Because 'What is, is What's Done'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. For me its like a stroke out of the corner. Is this like experience when we're growing up. I like this poem. I'll rate it to 8.