Poetries and I

It takes a mind to travel so far A distance as unlikely to compare A content to be what you are What it takes for life, is never fair The many things I often wonder I know now the reason why The lesser things I’m even to bother For the many poetries and I And am to dwell a little longer Less be moments unearned and unworthy A lesson I am to undertake forever Much to understand with a mind but barely A surface to stand and to unearth Yet I am without tools to progress Impure with both hate and love To have found so much yet as less My mind to always travel so far Perhaps too distant for my life to flair Contentment to be who you are For I have began a life never to compare