Professionalism

Professionalism does not inspire the
Curves, dips, thrilling hikes and breath-taking falls.
Nor obstacles that build the competition
By cementing that Mind-Block wall.

For I am no writer nor talent
Which is more so undefined.
When the pages of definitions are filled,
Of the meaning that lay unrefined.

While dipping plates force jagged context to flow out
Off the pages like Yukon and Nile
Onto the wonders of every dreamer's life-fabrication
Which expands to define a new mile.

These new steps, leaps, jumps: into the world called
Seniority and professionalism. I've come
To not recognize myself as the latter,
But count the things I carry that I've done.

Because I am no artist nor master,
But one with the scale to weigh the entirety
Of aspirations and accomplishments, not perfectionism.
Establish your work beneath the bouts of pained temple and strain
To ink the page called professionalism.