## Formulate
I must formulate an action plan.
I need to do this as a man.
----
I must work it out or shirk it off.
Some will laugh and some will scoff,
But I must pursue what delights and sustains me,
Regardless of how much it pains me,
Lest I evade
And fashion my own cage.
----
Create
Out of the boredom - and fascinations alike - that pour
Ever forth,
From within the walls of my mental fortress.
They are the raw material of my creations.
----
Give them form:
Discovery, invention.
Mix not work, but mental entropy with raw nature.
The material lends itself from the storm
Into my possession,
So long as my faculties will exclude another creature.
----
But if you teach a man to fish,
And then he does,
And you cry foul,
What is the matter?
Do you really think you own the bounty on every platter?
You cannot point to a problem
That doesn't exist.
You act a fool.
You must have a death wish.
----
Why do some miss the mark?
What point is there to keeping folks in the dark,
When you have not a light in your own head?
Hard to believe you are not exiled or dead... yet.
----
The parasites feed
Upon broken minds,
Overburdened spines,
And misguided empathy.
----
I used to pity them,
Deluded leaves feeding the parasitic stem.
I'd try desperately, earnestly,
Using reason,
To explain their self-treason.
Now I pay them little to no mind at all.
For they will not heed reality's call.
They will simply fall,
Not of fate,
But because they can't wait
To see the next circus show.
Their tickets are already at the will-call.
----
They heed foremost the consciousness of another man,
Who necessarily cannot tailor a plan
To the individual's unique circumstance.
They are slaves.
They cannot be saved.
----
I turn my eyes to my own pursuits -
Not chasing fiat dreams or fancy suits -
But honing in on the one part I am best at playing:
The unique me,
Intent on staying
True to intent,
True to form,
True to being.
----
#poem
Sherlock Holmes / Sherlockean Proviso
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