A NumberA Poem by Alex MorseWho are we? Are we a number to somebodies schedule or are we the number in which we place ourselves in that persons schedule?I am no longer a person, I am a number deep inside a book Like the professionals, the name either means something or nothing At times, the number will be called upon to perform its duty and present itself at its best What the proprietor does not conclude, is when that number doesn't appear. If the number was to appear, they will conform to the dominant, them the recessive However, if the number leaves and wishes to represent itself in another sector, then it is free The proprietor is weak, the control over their treasure is gone In other words, our number has found the path to succeeding and working toward being better That being all said and dandy, the realization of change is only met when the feeling of excitement is gone Life itself, is about rebuilding and remastering pieces of art that we have found along our journey But, what we forget is the attribute of being patient and understanding the timeline that is perceivedwith the personal rebuilding Humans are known to rush the process on personal possessions that we forget in little time This process of the anticipation of the “wait”, the greatest part,the hype, seems just a blink away Once we obtain this reward, we forget the process in which got us here due to comfortability of the present, the Good Thus, when we don't find interest in it, we head back to the old habits and ways, believing it's changed or remastered Thus, we become another number again Conforming to the proprietor and allowing them to have their way There, in that specific moment, humans comprehend their original success path, dwelling their past Causing them to cycle back, looking for change © 2018 Alex Morse |
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