The Challenge ~ a poem
It was a challenge
To describe what I could not possibly have known
Profundity is a vice for the tattered soul
I stand here unscathed
So I abandoned the endeavor
And wandered alone
Through desert
Through rain
Vetoed disdain, vetoed pain
Somewhere something would exalt
Or justify my view
My marvelous journey
To unveil the profound
Yes! Indeed!
I could find the truths of a life well lived
I just have to find a hell to endure
But to stand on the podium
Is to admire
To win, is to achieve
Or at least to aspire
Oh proximity she taunts me.
And what I seek is what would promote me to seeker
So to what do I strive if I am not yet prepared
How do I tell the story when I stand still
My mind rots with the hope I digest
And the simplest task overwhelms.
Is there greatness in me?
There will be …
And when that day comes
All of us will see
It is already here, or it will never be.
I was watching Dead Poet’s Society and this theme kind of just hit me, and I wrote this in about 5 minutes. I’m pretty pleased with it, though I don’t know if it drives the point as directly as I envisioned it. At any rate, the fleeting moment just fleeted, and we’re likely to spend the rest of our lives chasing it down.