DISCOVER YOUR POTENTIAL
You, how do you develop your potentials?
Have you found it yet? Or you’re still struggling?
You read it right, you discovered it right?
What it is? Do you work on it?
Do you hone it?
Is someone guiding you?
Supports you? Or cheering you up?
So you can draw, cook, sing, sculpts, write poems, invent things, or memorize numbers, solve equations in a sec., paint without any visual inspiration. Let say you’re a genius, a prodigy, whatever.
The question is how?
How will you improve-grow upon it? When, after college days? Or maybe, a bit earlier let’s say in high school days?
Can it grow a sprout? Could it feed a mouth? Would it bring a thousand?
You maybe have those things, can do this, and do that, tricks the odd, tweaks the complex,
But are you certain about having money, or support, a connection?
Potentials get broken, shatters, weaken, foggy as it to dust, flew through the air,
HATE YOU from being you. Words they utter not soft at all well, not just words but also, your situation; desperation for the precious MONEY. Striving to survive, and lives against the odd; against the big tides.
The “LIFE” that you have given; living with, breath, grown through these years.
But it’s not just all about this, guess what torment never ends in simple say so.
So it’s your family, community, society, country
Where politicians promise a fruitful hope, gain a vote from the crowds; flocks of hopeless poor’s.
Drown, hex upon their hoaxes, entice in their aromatic spit.
See what’s happening?
Are you happy upon the chase?
Our dreams deplete, poisoned
Odds in you will never flourish hider upon the uncompromised promises.
As money makes it reign, making the powerful one make it rain, but not a fortune, instead of a rusty nail, puncturing every soulless soul, pinned, upon their solace.
The country gets suck
Basic needs and opportunity clash
What comes, first potentials that needy or the basic needs every time you slack lay upon your sack, still strive to live yet even the air you breaths cost a thousand.
BURGLARS, SCOUNDRELS, THIEF
Rise to fame as their names fumes upon the camera clicks.
Other rallies, activist lurks on the other sides, conveying-sliding their theory, racing upon the common grace; common interest.
NOW WHO IS TO BLAME?
CAN ANYONE BE BLAME?
Would we still waste time on it?
Or we’re just here waiting to be embalmed, mourn for the loss, and stays for a cost.
So now, see how the situation shakes.
Who is the heavier, weigh the odds, funds, fond, thrust, and the truth.
Is there any truth, is it still ordain, upon this chaos and queries?
CAN THE POTENTIALS STILL INTACT?
Can we choose what is more worth it, taking the opportunity without money or seek for connections; searching for more potential or the basic needs to be able to live, ditching your potentials really, see potentials
because, “EVERYTHING” needs to be weighed, especially when your country gets f*cked. Minds get banged, stumbled upon the trashes, and into a pit of mud full of leeches through the street canals.
HOW? WHAT? WHEN? WHY? WHERE?
It’s still in you; believe it, its root inside, within, will never be rooted or rotten, ready to be planted again.
We all knew that there is always a sad part.
You need to get bolder, older, tougher, and gain more courage through these toxic times, use it upon itself, and you’ll see by the end it’s not always that they get to gain.
We still have it, a will to change, well, everything change, get change.
I know we still need to weigh
But your potentials will never crush; maybe step on, get smudge but it’s still there, waiting to be hooked up on the rope. As long as we lived-breath we can still strive to achieve and reach it.
So hone it, carved for it, and mold it.
At least we tried.
Let’s hanged till we withered by the weather, still, hope for the better, cling into a thread of success, breath for the future.
Listen on the sea and the moons that shine through, may the stars wish upon their best wishes.