| AN INCAPABLE MIND |

| AN INCAPABLE MIND |

I pity the man whose mind is incapable of creative thinking

Because when his likes take to the mountain heights

He stays aground like an eagle that can't fly,

Robbed off of the thrills and feels of conquering the skies

His natural eye may seem perfectly intact

But the ignorant man's mind is completely dark.

Foolishness makes him shrink into obscurity

And become slave to men of rare ingenuity.

The creative man is one who simplifies complexities,

Turn challenges to perfect opportunities,

Makes profit in places where others have toiled in futility.

His mind, like is countenance, is wired with positivity.

But the fool instead with frail wishes and empty dreams,

Goes all about and make boast in the street

Plowing and planting his seeds in the wind

And yet hoping for a bountiful harvest in due season.

All the toils of the thoughtless man will go unnoticed

For his life is worth nothing to his own household

His days, like his wishful dreams, go with the wind;

He soon dies unremembered and becomes a forgotten history.

Consider deeply the ways of the wise man for a while

Putting it side by side with that of the ignorant man,

And next to it, place your very own life

Then choose for yourself with whom your path is aligned?

I have found a secret worth holding on to;

The strength of the wise is in the place of solitude

There in their place of meditation, ideas abound in excess

But the ignorant enjoys the place of cacophony, not quietness.