It Is The Restriction To Limits I Resist

I see nothing wrong,
With anyone being idealistic.
It is the restriction to limits I resist.

And anyone voicing their opinion on this...
Would be hard pressed to convince me,
Of their experiences.

Especially If I suspect,
Their minds are closed to adventures.
And they reject a life with premeditated objections.

That is not living.
That is a fear to live.
What is the point of having the gift of life...
If someone hides from it,
To be convinced which way to live is right!

If I chose to be restricted,
I would first live,
To then create those ideals.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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