GOLDEN MEAN By Kathryn Tate Jacoby, www.PoetryPoem.com/poetessktj Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Little minds
Think little thoughts,
Creating little cages they
Don't even know exist
In small orbits
They circle around
Their own suns believing
That theirs is the only
Habitable planet
Open minds
Are open to anything
Creating no boundaries,
And opening up chaos
Wide open spaces
Leave room for the weeds
Of untruths and believing
Most anything is real
Balanced minds
See harmony in realism,
See truth in moderation,
Yet giving way to possibility
In measured acceptance
They embrace differences
Yet harbor the wisdom of
Intelligent cynicism and limits
Which path are you on?
Where is it leading?
Are you happy?
Are you sure?
Think.
K. Tate Jacoby
Copyright October 2, 2014
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