Birr

i lack birr to make this more than words.
sometimes i surprise myself,
sitting here on the earth as my creations soar.
but not this one.
this one will remain grounded, humble, simple.
this blurb will not attempt to overcome its label.
this one is not obsessed with "legacy" --
it is perfectly content to be skimmed through today
with no need for it tomorrow.

sometimes i want that for myself.
sometimes i fear the same.

why worry about the future when the present is perfectly adequate?
humanity doesn't work that way, though.
we were built to overcome  -- "we shall", we're told  --
the bad? the past?
perhaps if i can just overcome the conditional
and model myself after this simple string of words,
my mediocrity will be shaped into a higher being.

sometimes i want that for myself.
sometimes i fear the same.