Small little minds follow someone else's rules
in devotion to minutia, the favored tools
of perfectly controlled order, all just so so;
a strangulation of spirit and life's natural flow.
Asked not to think, but merely to conform,
how refreshing and beyond the norm
when brave new spirits dare to be free
of what others say they should be.
Eagerly they create their own destiny.
read their own stars; sail their own seas,
live and become all they are meant to be,
as they chart their own way home.
Carolyn Brunelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brave-new-spirits/
