A poem written by Lee Sonogan
Originally published on entertainmentcultureonline.com
To suffer the penalty of too much haste, which is too little speed. – Plato
In comparison to my poem, Never Bored,
What I want to do can be overwhelming,
Find the new, developed from what is explored,
Then the water is always below the floating bearing.
All can never be known,
More is exciting regardless,
Responsibility and order creates a tone,
Determine individual value depending on its sharpness.
Timing is everything,
Good things come to those who wait,
Hold on when you take a swing,
The pressure is able to lift above illusionary weight.
Their universal truths shall lay,
What, when, who, and how,
Each question asked will tell you why,
Which provides solutions to what you could do right now.
Overreacting stress indicates a bad sign,
Absorbing information requires effort and time,
Going at your own pace is fine,
But, being too busy ain’t a crime.
Follow the schedule, but be open to adapting,
Most concepts and ideas thrive on the back burner,
Life needs research and planning mapping,
You establish control as an open preserver.
Filling your plate blocks dessert,
Aspiring to be more is very delicate,
Maintaining sanity, allows you to remain alert,
Anything is possible done with precision or shown as definite.
Generating energy can be from body & mind,
Balancing out flaws patiently transform,
Each day is another choice in the grind,
Most people with too much to do portray the considered norm.
God put me on this earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind that I will never die. – Bill Watterson