I've got to admit
I sort of liked
and was drawn in
by that sugar-coated quote
which read like this:
"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap,
but by the seeds that you plant."
And so it sparked a thought within:
What was it that I sowed?
Will it thrive and bloom? - what I scattered -
Or will it drown in murky watery pits?
Had it not been directed at me,
I wouldn't have pondered
the risks of adequacy.
See, some plants just wither away
in the soil of conformity.
It's a different kind of hell
having to wish people well,
as that's the only thing left
from what one would truly
like to say.
It's such a ruthless art
when deeper feelings
find no start.
~
