Creative Potentialality
When I gaze upon the above expanse
To the infinity stretching beyond infinity
The smallness of my life is enhanced
And the space I fill seems a triviality
My thoughts fleeting, insignificant, passed
Across the neurons of my brain so delicately
Until realization of the wrongness of perception
Strikes a note of new comprehension
Because the infinity towering out there
Is mirrored in the infinity underneath the hair
For the possibilities in the mind's potential
Number just as great as the stars intangible
Comparing our self-criticized talents
To the apparent outward ease of others
We must find a continuing balance
Between sharpening each other as brothers
And improving to succeed to at last
There is no purpose in listlessly questioning
For the blood pumping and flowing means life
Life that is unique, not just for uselessly breathing
A soul that can transform and shape like a knife
So don't ever think existence is good-for-nothing
The rarity and beauty of just being
Should never be seen as a droll factuality
It is the difference between looking and seeing
And the chasm separating you from the reality
That your soul is magnificent in its believing
That you have within the creative potentialality
To be someone and make something
No one has ever witnessed before
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