day one hundred seventy-five: the river of humanity.

some people
some people
some human beings
regardless of race
face, label, or sexual disposition,
were meant to do
great and amazing things
some have souls from decades before now
when times were different
these diamonds in the rough
just pop up
these people
rarely achieve
that for which they were meant
because they settle for less
than their very best
(whether afraid of success
or failing miserably
it is only their choice to reveal)
but instead they conform
fall into the rushing river
instead of running up it
because they're afraid
of getting to close to the waterfall
and being able to bathe in it
and all its pure glory