In the time when I am sleep but failing to go to sleep, I have found a poet named Nikki Giovanni, and I will read more of her poetry later. For now, let me put up this poem which is a pretty accurate description of my working life so far, in its post-collegiate state.
Choices
if i can’t do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don’t want
to do
it’s not the same thing
but it’s the best i can
do
if i can’t have
what i want then
my job is to want
what i’ve got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more
to want
since i can’t go
where i need
to go then i must go
where the signs point
though always understanding
parallell movement
isn’t lateral
when i can’t express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
i know
but that’s why mankind
alone among the mammals
learns to cry
