We strive for the ideal.
Never knowing exactly where that begins
and where we place now;
driving us further to perfection somehow.
Never knowing exactly where that begins;
our hearts and minds absorb all we can learn.
Driving us further to perfection somehow;
we take our places of power.
Our hearts and minds absorb all we can learn,
so that one day we shall look and feel and know;
as we take our places of power;
We have stepped nearer to that ideal.
That one day when we shall look and feel and know
He is Master, I am slave.
We have stepped nearer to that ideal
Once our lives no longer separate, but meld.
He is Master, I am slave,
and where we place now,
Our lives no longer separate, but meld.
We strive for the ideal.
Author notes
A pantoum
I commented on rudolphtamer04 's work 'Pig Monkeys' as the requirement for this contest
Written December 10th, 2004
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A contest entry
- Something Original by DarkDayzInc.
300 points, ended June 22, 2005, 26 entries
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I like this poem a lot. It shows a lot of thought and it shows the way that you look at the world around you and take it all in. The form is very simple but that works really well for this poem. This is a really great write and I did not detect any grammatical errors, which are always a plus for me.
Really good strong write.
~Matthew
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Yes, enslaved but in life we are alway a slave to something.
And insightful honest write.
Amanda -
This is sad but true. We strive for a perfection that someone else created, and we end up enslaved
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