Potential (sonnet)

                                                                                Build, wait.  You know you have it hiding here. 

                                                                                 It crouches inside of you, now let it

                                                                                 spring like a prowling tiger, "all is clear!"

                                                                                 Deepen your thought and utilize your wit.  

                                                                                 These thoughts linger, confused within my mind. 

                                                                                 The guide to decision can find no track.

                                                                                 This world is but vacillatingly kind,

                                                                                 and certainty of self and life I lack.

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                                                                                Where will my path be found?  What spark, which clue

                                                                                will lead me toward my destined calling?

                                                                                 If I could compile all things that I knew,

                                                                                 the seed of my life would be flourishing. 

                                                                               

                                                                                 I play, hoping my peg will fit into

                                                                                 the hole.  If it's too big, I'll pay my due.