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darbydeandre12

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since January 2017
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Evolution: The Chameleon

January 11, 2017
I growl at the inferior reptile With his beautiful bright scales, he taunts me. In a flash, he's gone. I wait there a while. I'm sick of my cave! I need to be freed! I have opposable thumbs, hands and feet! I can jump, leap, skip, and hop on tempo! Haply, he slithers on the ground. A treat! He struts, he knows, he loves and he will grow. Am I superior? No, I am not. I am human. Involved but not evolved. That reptile learns. Potential wastes and rots. My potential wastes.Nothing has been solved. I need to learn and live as that reptile. Know.Learn. If not, life is an adjourned trial.
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