Dots - David Thomas Broughton

Dots upon dots upon dots of patient fretwork

Dots upon dots upon dots of patient fretwork

A persistent fight in the hope that all the drugs

That you are not taking

Are not limiting your potential

Your potential

As you contemplate the balance you’ve set

Between the moral high-ground that you occupy

And the depths of creativity you have not plunged into

Dots upon dots upon dots of patient fretwork

A persistent fight in the hope that all the drugs

That you are not taking

Are not limiting your potential

Your potential

As you contemplate the balance you have set

Between your moral high-ground that you occupy

And the depths of creativity into which you have not plunged

Of course

You can think too much

I’ve always told myself

And of course

I worry myself

Over some imagined lack of freedom

That I have imposed upon myself

Fully aware that it is ridiculous in this context

Dots upon dots upon