An Exposition of Mundane Poems

How?

Oh but how, o elevated archetype,

Hast thou garnered thine established success?

Perchance, ‘tis such by thine intuitive interest

Which drives cognition at its best.

Perchance, ‘tis thine longing of such a place

Which drives all thine fields to race.

Or perchance, tis another external factor, another inspiration,

Which drives thee to achieve amelioration.

However, given such, my thoughts are constrained

By the endless possibilities my mind has disdained;

And assumptions are what I engender,

Which all but empower the undying thirst of that relief to acquire.

I itch, yet I hold

All contradictions faced within my untold life

I enjoy, all but bold

Within all the tribulations, only then fueling my untold strife

A light, as said, is thou

That drives my then mediocre prospects, to excellence, plow.

Yet the undying longing of thine establishments,

Only renders my own as blandishments.

Thou art an invaluable comet crashing down my planet

With an irrevocable impact only seen by its inhabitant

Thou hast walked what I am only yet walking

Yet paved the way to the roads that render me, vainly by now, achieving.

However, with lack of understanding of thine sole drive,

Mine falls apart, yet back up again to strive.

(So then again, as the title implies, how dost thou do it?)

What are your motivations, long term or short?

What are your inspirations, may it be deep or shallow?

Your struggles are thine to hallow;

For mine is for me to extort.

But, ‘tis the reinforcement of ideals my soul ever desires,

Leaving me with a mind that aspires,

How?

-December 2017

(And how do I cringe whilst I read.)