We want to claim
lands
that we never
tilled
or explored
but we want it
prepared
so we can reap
its harvest
and begin to
build up our stores
and we want it all
at the drop
of the hand
that passes
a second after
we rob our clocks
of time, it's
most precious
contraband.
We want everything
and we want it
to be perfect
we want
our dreams to be
accomplished
before we even
dream them
we want successes
but deny
the responsibility
it takes
to get from
where we are
to where
we hope to be...
Who are these culprits?
We want to win
the war
without having
first passed
through
a battle
needing more than
we're receiving
and getting less
than what
we're needing
preferring to
skip stages
in life
that render us nothing
but incompletions.
We want our cake
on a platinum
platter
but we have no idea
what makes it edible
we're unconcerned
about the contents
of its batter
we don't want to
make the creation
we just want
the recognition
that comes from
having it displayed
with our picture taken...
Who are these persons?
We want the parts
that bring us to
a leading role of a
play we never
understood.
We never learnt
the lines or
understood
the characters' lives
but it only
takes
a certain number
of figures
or a family's
pride
to
influence a director
to consider someone
as good.
We want the bravos
and the tossed
flowers
yet reject
the art of
the long spent
hours
reciting
a text that
held in each
letter
the exhausting
life of
someone's wearied breath...
Who are these protagonists?
Who are they?
None other than...
My Inspiration: An Unfinished Poem
© KohylahPiper 2015
