James Cooke

The Power To Be

I sit here,
In my chair,
The teacher's glare
Makes me think.

Who am I?
Who are you?
Not a clue.
Makes me think.

People talk so much,
Yet have nothing to say.
Drama's abound in every way.
The day it dies:
That's a day brand new.
How it happens,
That's up to you.

I write not to inspire,
Spark action or force change.
I wish not to bring fire
Where there is much needed rain.

I write not to bring thing
Such as hope to the weak.
But perhaps for deceit?
No! I write but because
I can stand on my own two feet.

The power to be,
It's a hell of a thing.
Like a flower in the cold
Live, next to a hot-spring.

The fact of the matter
Is you should now know your worth
You were given a platter
At the time of your birth.


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