We are there for each other’s convenience

There is no such thing as unconditional love

Blood has us handcuffed like Congo slave workers or Taiwanese sweat shops

We are what we give unless we show we are incapable

Because to be incapable is an exception

An exception? More like an accepted defect

A defect that replaces a sad excuse for a human being

To think we receive half for twice of what we give

Proving that we are not accessing our greatest potential

We remain somebody we are yet to be

Considering we have not unlocked what is not known

We remain exceptions

The standards set low, the bar not raised high

We cannot go further because we seek comfort in those that have tried before us and settled

Settled because the world is a haven for convenience stores

Like a 7/11, there’s one at the end of every block.

Just like us, the settlers.

See if we didn’t have the settlers, we wouldn’t have the stragglers

Or the slackers

Or the simple-minded

We wouldn’t have something to compare us to or to boost our self-esteem

It’s no wonder we drift and we become temporary people

That should not come to a surprise for anyone.

Like a cellular device, we crave an upgrade

For a better person, a healthier person

Maybe a person that doesn’t just settle

We crave like a pregnant woman unaware of her putative miscarriage.

Because with great craving comes great lack of ambition.

It’s like setting your car on neutral without reading the signs on the highway.

You know what to feel but you don’t know what to do

Get rid of the emotions and replace them with drive

The capacity is within you, not within a convenience store.

Because if you listen to those that advise you from going any further

You have already settled for ordinary

We are not that special but we are not ordinary either.

Because why settle for less when you have so much more in store.