The World and My Place in it
For the ‘After the Parade’ Competition
The world and my place in it, at least 100 words
It’s mesmerising, terrifying, beautiful and absurd
‘Do what you love and love what you do’ is the best advice I’ve heard
I’ve always been a quirkster, an anomaly to the herd
I’ve been running my whole life and from all the things I’ve learned
I’m finally starting to take flight and soon I’ll soar like a bird
No wings are needed though, my dreams allow me to float
To the castle of destiny over an acidic factual realism moat
My vessel will only sink if I let hate from the doubters get into the boat
I might not become the greatest of all time but if I give it my all I’m the goat
For I’ll climb the highest mountains using what I’ve been given but when I get to the top I won’t gloat
I’ve got family and friends who keep me in check and make sure my ego doesn’t bloat
I try to stay humble but I’m hungry for success so my stomach always grumbles
But I never stop I’m always going, always busy as a bee that bumbles
When others hear of my schedule they cannot seem to comprehend how I manage such a jumble
But I’m doing what I love and that fuels me with a power from above so I handle these activities with care and never fumble
I’m an artist! I act, sing, dance, write and rap my way through life
I play the piano to but daily practice is overdue so when asked to perform a piece I find I’m in a spot of strife
The arts are what I’ve married through life she’s always carried my spirit through the best and worst, she’ll always be my first wife
It’s all I’ve known and now I’m full grown so I chase it with avid persistence
The dreams I’ve been given on this rollercoaster I’ve ridden, slow and steady will take me the distance
Try as I might I do my best when I write but there’s still struggle it’s a futile resistance
Creativity swells like whistles and bells it calls out but it’s quiet and isn’t always so instant
No matter my mood I spew out artistic food from the belly of my soul and hope that it doesn’t smell rotten
So enjoy this poem from a stranger unknown, may it live on long after I’m gone and forgotten

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