I live to explore!
Not to sit in the midst of discoveries...
To be compared by others,
As the way my life should be!
I'm not one to reminisce,
With nostalgic inclinations.
To plagiarize legitimate activities...
Like others finding justification,
To qualify the air they breathe!
I live to explore.
Adventure and learn.
Not to rehearse and regurgitate...
Someone's steps done before.
So many do that and call 'that' creation!
As if to re-invent...
Stirs imaginations!
I live to explore.
Caring less if I'm ignored.
This gift of life is mine and I will proceed...
Looking for a freshness that excites.
My self worth and energy.
Instead of polluting my mind,
Redoing those things others find...
Easy without effort.
As they follow behind!
This poem lays open so many questions: aren't the findings of others the basis behind a fresh eye? Can we truly possess a unique outlook without glancing backwards? Does this make the past as significant as the future, or should we ignore it and rediscover? A wonderful poem! Thank you, Lawrence, for encouraging my fresh eye. S ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some Poets i can't ignore. they keep postin' good sh.t. that don't get censored; the other s.oab.tches who get censored... even know. some of us Poets are self-less, that's why we keep postin'... until one really has to pay for what we say.