PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Distill your commands unbiased, if you may;

Hold critiques up to their own reflection,

And see that they might find their own repugnance

And thus crumbles all their poignance. 

The man that may spend an eternity in his head

With dreams that deem all else damnable;

Shall push and pass the world outside

And live in wanting of an end with no path. 

And so many live in unrelenting squalor

As their own subpar perfectionists. 

Afraid to lurch towards a start

Lest they find themselves wanting

From themselves. 

Any direction will bring us back

To a world of inaction;

Save that of dreaming;

We dream it all.