Fitting the bill. Pt 2.

A physician wouldn’t plow a furrowed field,

Nor would a cultivator fix my broken car.

I personally wouldn't do either, but does that mean that I am not…… smart?

Intelligence matters only when deciding what job needs to be done.

At the end of the day the crops would die, and my car still wouldn’t run.

So, question your abilities and let the doubt…. fester and live

Let it grow into something debilitating,

God forbid.

Let worth disappear entirely as comparisons breed,

While my car remains broken, the fields will choke on weeds.

Who tried to put you in such a small box?

Were you lonely, are you still scared?

You are free to come out, but now…. I am sure it is quite comfortable in there.

You don’t need to fit the bill when we are in a constant state of growth

A comfortable homeostasis aside, your value is not of what you know.

The crops cannot grow, and my car of which is still broke.

Let your worth be untethered from the standards that others hold,

For you are free and uncontrolled.