Frame piece: Work in progress

From but only a thought and a single-cell

I burst through: welcomed but expelled

I came from blank thoughts and repetitive motions

To engaging in conversation developing ideas and notions

I rolled on rugs from end to end with no pace or strategy

To capturing accolades in my athletic pursuits, as if casually

I once found the notion of my demise one frightening

Now every day I'm alive, seems like it might be far more enlightening

I've come across a share of others I thought I loved and befriended

I've seen some grow, some make family, and some have time ended

Mine eyes started with great clarity : Crisp, clean, and constant

Evolved or devolved with astigmatism If I must be honest

In that regard I once believed I could be punished for telling lies

Now I know that you can earn your weight in gold for it, in employer's eyes

I once believed in the American dream : Be all you can be, live, do, and be free

Now I'm aware that even with your greatest strengths- Corporate chains are some of the most restraining

I once was blessed with a child's sense of happiness and go go go

I grew into a sense of disappointment answering many wrongs with "no, no, no"

My spirituality began boxed and confined to pews of churches brick and pine

Now I know that those thoughts are shared between the creator and simply I

I once thought you started at the beginning and that there was a definitive finish

It's more and more evident, that this is less true as things are less systemic

I watched a world grow from one norm to the next, claiming one time was best

I laughed, I cried, I forgot, I remembered, I digress

The Earth filled with more and more bodies no longer running

The heaven's and hell's agents always getting more cunning

I saw ignorance grow into a new found passion in knowledge

I watched knowledge turn one to sloth passion left looking rotten

The words from me may sound sad, truth is they aren't oversold

You'll get what you see and not simply what you're told

I once slept normally and awoke naturally

now I am restless and awake with device's aid erratically

I once started as a babe writing the letter's shapes on a paper

Hoping that somehow I made words that were valid , no danger

Looks like I tread a thin-line stringing ideas and thoughts together in type

Hoping that it makes sense, that there's more substance than just self-hype

I grew from a school of thought that I could be great in any way I wanted to be

I never grew out of that, I applied the idea that I must always be improving

From the moment I show up to the moment I roll out

Working on my weaknesses, driving away others' doubt

I was but babe

now I'm a mind:

I now see all

where once was blind