Learning on the fly

I taste life

as I race life.

Strife is only a word

to curb one's enthusiasm.

So why can't I exhale?

I inhale enough for the masses,

and everyone has something to say,

but is listening,

at times when you need to speak up,

TOO MUCH LISTENING.

When is it right to speak,

and suppress the leak

of the person,

who is

at that moment releasing

Carbon from their mouth

in order to instruct

and choke the life out of your creativity.

When does time and independence meet?

Hopefully not permiting

defeat

to rear it's ugly head up into the mix.

For then the infection spreads

throughout your body,

mind,

spirit and inevitable your identity.

It is that thief in the night

that plagues us all

but knowing yourself is knowing when

to fall to the waste-side of that road

and form your own path

paved by uniqueness and creativity.