Filled with essential facts,
your job, your child, the next Jesus Christ.
Packed with the required universal knowledge,
a merry-go-round smeared with Vaseline.
A chance to win the game of your choice,
I never got the list.
Set in front of a world that was watching,
but those eyes, like most, are turned inward.
Oblivious like a s****y American Idol contestant,
the only difference is I have a mirror, I have an inner voice,
I can hear the sour notes nesting in my ears.
But, the machine eats time and tide.
Success wasn’t the thing that was hard to acquire.
It was the compassion necessary,
to be a better human being.
Now I paint with softer strokes,
realizing that if I capture the detail of this life,
with the appropriate quality of light,
I won’t be missing the point.
Corey Rowley
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