She saw three avenues
Three ways to be.
She saw three avenues
And a hierarchy within the.
One would be good
One would be great
One less-than-adequate
For the life she felt she needed to portray.
She felt herself scramble
In her day-to-day being
She felt herself scramble
How could she measure up to the scene?
What should she do
To reach the top?
What should she do
To avoid the bottom tier that she saw?
In one life she would be accepted.
In one she would be radiant and grand.
In one a disappointment; her life simply a flaw.
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We live in a world full of tangible things
Money and power
Projections of expected dreams.
Hierarchies of good
Of bad and of best
Surround us in life
Promise to keep us in check.
We are told how to be
How to live
How to learn.
We are told how to see
This is better, for sure.
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Her eyes glazed over
As she starred at the set
Like a mountain; an Everest
How could she even take the first step?
So many expectations
So many variables at play
How could she maintain control as she went
To ensure that a successful life she would display?
She felt in great conflict
As she pondered her way
For what was deemed less than to some
Her heart felt a desire to engage in that day.
The avenue to success
Seemed dreadful in her eyes.
The avenue that equated to less
Felt exciting and of interest for her life.
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Sometimes life tells us what is good
What is great and grand.
Sometimes life tells us what is wrong
What is deemed as the bottom of the barrel at hand.
Positives and negatives.
Good and bad.
Prestigious and less than.
So many labels are at hand.
Some make it to the top
Some remain far below
Some float in the middle
Some never take part in the show.
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As her mind continued to churn
As she remained frozen in her tracks
She then began to ponder
Why should she succumb to this track?
What if she shifted her perspective?
What if her vantage point were to change?
What if the lessons she had learned
Were pivoted in her brain?
What if the top was just a place?
What if the bottom was too?
What if she could find happiness and joy
Wherever it was that she felt called to remain?
What if the tangibles did not matter?
The tangible expectations at play?
What if how she felt she should be
Would be more than okay?
She examined those avenues
She thought long and hard
She examined those avenues
Then she shifted her eye’s focus upon their parts.
She stood up from the floor
She climbed the stairs to the top
She looked down at those options
She could not believe what she saw.
Where before there were deviations
In the height and the weight
From above, those three options
Were seen equally displayed.
One was not above the other
There was no right and no wrong.
One was not above the other
She could choose the avenue which she felt called to take on.
