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Pieces

They are but pieces,

Pieces in the puzzle that is life-

Fractions of the whole.

Glimpses of the entire picture,

As the first word is to a story.

As a melody is to a song,

As a seed is to a tree.

As a spark is to a fire.

As a drop is to the entire ocean-

Pieces.

Pieces in the puzzle that is life.

The decisions that we make,

Are those pieces.

Where are you?

They look at me, they say who him?
He’s just like the rest of them,
Doesn't know where he is.
A victim of circumstance, born into a world that slowly, but surely woos you down a
path to self destruction.
They look at me, the way I look, the things I wear, my attire,
But don’t know like the chameleon, it’s to camouflage what’s within my heart,
my desire.
They look at me, struggling to break free of the bondages that society and its
misconceptions themselves have placed,
And quick to say, he's being a rebel, doesn’t want to conform.
They look at me and are quick to judge,
Under the guise of analyze,
Fail to see their own shortcomings,
And to know that, to every finger they point, one points back at them.
And want to tell me, I don’t know where I am.
Where are you!?

Man, look at where we’ve reached.
We want to be everywhere else but where we’re supposed to be.
Man, look at where we’ve reached.
We want to be everyone else but who we’re supposed to be,
We fail to see that the success of men like Martin Luther King Jr.and Mahatma Ghandi,
Was based on that within, a quest for originality.
Man, look at where we’ve reached.
We see everything else but what we’re supposed to see.
Overlook poverty, just discuss it.
Overlook greed, just become it.
Overlook life, make a mess of it.
Overlook purpose, don’t become it.
Miss who and what we’re supposed to be,
For a specific purpose and destiny.
And always, it is the blind leading the blind.
We’ve seen so much, our visions impaired, smoke fills our eyes.
And want to tell me, I don’t know where I am.
Where are you!?

Where am I you ask -
I’ll tell you.
Unlike many that sit and philosophize with closed up eyes, I  DO SEE.
With clear vision and approach, I begin my search with action,
Knowing that a stationary vehicle is reluctant to move, but once in motion,
direction soon follows,
Don’t with the intellect scream inertia, PRACTISE  IT!
And don’t even claim that you’re waiting,
After education, you’ll be starting;
Time waits for no man, this could be your last day.
Understand and do something about it.
Or are we content to sit and ask, what is he talking about where I am?
I’m here.
But where are you, your heart?
Where are you, your mind?
Where are you, your soul?
Don’t wait, this hour, this minute, this second, determine where you are.
Don’t wait for anyone else to ask you,
Where are you ?