It's a..

It's a..

A Poem by Ricikay93

Craved by a religion
Molded by modesty
Conditioned to think of thyself as a virtuous vessel
For self control, for patience, for hope

But in an instance, for a moment of pleasure,
Brings 9 months for constant discomfort, 
where my life is not controlled by my constant routine 
but by the life invested in by another

For life is invested, fixed and controlled
It is risk tolerance low, and time monitored by the second
To groom, nurture,grow, 
Setting aside all personal whims, and frivolous dreams 

But there is an horizon
This is a chance to add you mark,
Your legacy sent into the world
Given to you to shape as you deem fit

© 2016 Ricikay93


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Ricikay93
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Added on August 25, 2016
Last Updated on August 25, 2016