I am a heavy thinker;
I am a “Dig my own rabbit hole,” thinker.
I am proud,
because I often find golden ideas and crystal clarity.
but, there are times,
when the “Rabbit hole” I’m digging becomes a grave
and all it takes is a few nearby footfalls to bury me,
in ideas I’d already thrown aside.
I know I don’t want to change my thinking -AND-
Sometimes I am resentful toward the minimalists.
What it must be like,
to leave understanding, compassion, and efforts for equity
I create so that I am surrounded by the gift of my effort
ceaselessly I am given damaged pieces,
and with them I make better ideas
As I gain influence, marching behind positive change,
I will deny ignorance with the art of reality
until I become the art of a younger marcher