Potential
It started with the steel,
When we put it to the steam.
We left the old man in the dark,
Mumbling, fumbling for his things.
When the young men came in running,
with ideas in their hands,
I raced to reach potential;
Left no time to understand.
Life: The Liberator
promised respite from the work.
Life: The Entertainer,
made me laugh until it hurt.
And life: the living, breathing,
spent her moments in the dirt.
Slow and pure in the labor,
she returned me to the earth.
It happened with the steel,
though I put it to the steam.
Still I wound up in the dark.
Still I wished for better things.
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