Utility
A blank page a hollow one
Its plainness sickening
A page without a scribble is faceless
Without a story or experience behind it
Nothing for emulation
But with a little colour or few words
Life is breathed into it
So is a life without direction
And a drive to push for change
For life isn’t a statue
It’s always on the move
We only need to wake and prioritize
It matters not where we stand
Or how long we’ve been standing there
What matters is if we want to move past the stand
Pens are never too far from reach
For dreams they are
Knowing how to pick them up
Strategizing goals out of them
And scoring achievement
Is the procession from a vacuum life
To a life that resounds meaning every day
I’m waking up;
Making myself utility
©GraceM Composition
Copyright © Grace Mutindi | Year Posted 2014
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