He moves at the speed of light.
Trying to do everything at once
Four others stand waiting to do their job
He does many
Not that they don't want to do their job
They want to
But he has done it
So what is there to do?
He trembles when he stands still
Is he ADHD?
Or is he asthmatic
Curiousity fills me
There is a look in his eyes
He's doing what he has trained to do
Everything.
As fast as possible
As quick as possible
As accurate as possible
Alone
A soloist
But what is this?
I see more to this.
More than a stern remark
Trained by failures
Strive for success
Not much for depending on others
Yet yearns for someone to depend on
Young yet matture eyes
Grown on the inside
A young man
Eagar to find the next solution
There was no boy under that skin
A conversation
A distant smile
He speaks with a laugh
Order up
He calls my name
My hand raised
I'm curious
Will the young man pass the test
You have been through a lot
The words hang in the air and he raises an eyebrow,
He smiles and shrugs
Better to keep moving than stand around sulking
I nod
Young yet old
I believe this young man will be a sucess
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The Challenge:Pretending To Be Someone Else
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Steps To Greatness
PoetryThere are the steps that I take to being a better poet. The shorter smaller steps anyway. Mainly consist of short poetry.
