Wasted Mind Without Forethought - Poem by Wilfred Mellers
Wasted Mind Without Forethought
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, January 31,2016
Without legs, you have nothing to stand on
Without eyes, you cannot see
Without ears, how can you possibly hear?
Without a mouth, how can you speak?
Without a brain, you are clueless
Without thought, you have no mind
Without a mind, you cannot dream
Without dreams, you have no goals
Without goals, you have no purpose
Without purpose, you have no use
Without use, you are just a cog in the wheel
Without wheels, how can you roll?
Without arms, how can you reach?
Without reach, you cannot fathom the universe
Without intelligence, how can you teach?
Without teachers, how can you learn?
Without learning you are as dumb as a rock
Without role models, who do you look up to?
Without someone to look up to, how do you grow?
Without growth, you stagnate
Without a dream, you are lost
Without vision, you have no imagination
Without imagination, you won't be able to grasp the concepts of I
Without wisdom, you become everyone's fool
Without freedom, we are all stifled
Without inspiration, we are quickly bored
With boredom, we quickly don't use our mind
When we don't use our mind, we no longer think for ourselves
When we stop thinking for ourselves other do it for us
Without using your mind, you become a slave to the system
When you become a slave to the system you fall for anything told to you
When you fall for anything told to you are a puppet
When you are a puppet someone else pulls the strings
When someone else pulls the strings, you are a cheap violin
When you are a violin you get played
When you get played you standalone without a chance
When we stand together we can make a difference
If you don't want to make a difference, then you deserve everything you get
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