There is no such object in my way
That I have not placed there myself.
Move society aside and
There is no insurmountable elevation
I did not raise myself.
In abluting these inexcusable
Exigencies of my conflated self
I can finally see
And in seeing
Then configurate
The right way out.
Tag: progress
Haiku #565
565.
Our life can be so
Much better, than what other
People would tell us.