Lastly Shall Be Firstly

I’ve thought of things I cannot write.

They’re of a language yet unspoken.

I’ve soared above high peaks at night,

And shattered rings men thought

Could not be broken.

They see me as a simpleton

Who should work twice as hard,

And get paid less.

That is society’s biggest con:

Hypocrisy that has to do with fairness.

I’ve done it all, and still have not begun.

Late bloomers are experienced, yet naïve.

It all depends on how you see someone:

I may see sleeveless; you may see long sleeve.

The thing I feared the most came out to guide me.

My faith was strengthened, and I saw the truth:

That whereas lastly will be known as firstly,

And buried seeds will resurrect, forsooth!