Soul Parlance

When I reach my potential,
And everything finally comes together...
I'll remember the present-day dole,
That serves as my inspiration at this hour;
All the pipe dreams and unmet goals,
They'll only serve as fodder,
For life is too short to dwell,
Upon the things I failed to do or could've done better.


People, they're funny, actually,
Waxing and waning like the moon;
Some are fickle and phony,
No deeper than the groove in a spoon,
They ridicule me,
Say I'd better make a change soon --
And one has a son in the penitentiary!
I'm like, "B****, STFU!"
I haven't the time for hypocrisy!
Either encourage me...or get swept aside with a broom...


(Scrubs and detractors, STEP ASIDE,
I have a rendezvous with Destiny, if you don't mind.)


I don't need people pointing out the obvious --
Granted, at times, I can be a little obstinate --
Do not make me feel worthless,
Simply because I don't have yet;
Life is more than the chase,
And mine isn't yet a case of torschlusspanik --
But I know time is of the essence,
That, to have the future I desire, I cannot be stagnant.


(My actions, no one person can dictate;
If you can't, don't you dare stick around for the wait!)


Yes, there's work to be done,
Changes needed to be made;
Remember, however, that I am a good person,
The cards I've been dealt are the only ones I've played;
I'm rife with imperfections --
Yet the highest price for me was paid,
So I don't need validation;
My worth is already essayed...
And I won't apologize for not being what you envisioned,
Because my Master...is still molding the clay.




- Kevin B. Waring




P.S.  I'll be rich someday.