The View
To stretch, to grow, to try the new.
A free heart does desire.
We add or take, from what we are,
To perfection we aspire.
To live life full, the norm we shun,
Eschew familiar roads.
For down the old accustomed path,
Routine becomes our load.
We face torment, when with our peers,
Who fear the brave or new.
Disdain falls heavy on those who
Sidestep the tried and true.
A pox on you, I choose my path!
Goes up the battle cry.
I will live life, just as I wish
Until the day I die!
No sage are you, to judge or scorn
All that I say or do
If good or bad, depends upon
The point from which you View.
To stretch, to grow, to try the new.
A free heart does desire.
We add or take, from what we are,
To perfection we aspire.
To live life full, the norm we shun,
Eschew familiar roads.
For down the old accustomed path,
Routine becomes our load.
We face torment, when with our peers,
Who fear the brave or new.
Disdain falls heavy on those who
Sidestep the tried and true.
A pox on you, I choose my path!
Goes up the battle cry.
I will live life, just as I wish
Until the day I die!
No sage are you, to judge or scorn
All that I say or do
If good or bad, depends upon
The point from which you View.
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