There’s so much potential

Within us…

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Our potential

We are here, to flourish
History hence, will cherish
What we accomplish
With the mind, our accomplice

Potential isn’t touched
Habits, tightly clutched
They lead us in circles
Afraid of running into hurdles

Life without troubles
Where only ease bubbles
Blunts any progress
Into the familiar, we regress

Ask any inventor
They gladly surrender
Comfortable nights
Afraid, time won’t suffice

The rest of us, we revel
In comforts, we embezzle
But time has other plans
Our future, it commands

We don’t own anything
Outside, or thoughts within
They are but tools
It’s for us to honor rules

With reckless abandon
Our potential’s abandoned
As time completes its circle
There is no reversal