Face the facts, it's what must come
Your cowardice, be undone
Damn it. Do it with full force
Your knowledge shown to your own self
What takes a muster of a man
To move him from his bed of sand
Drive him out, decide his lot
Ideas explode with gathered will
The group of souls express all praise
But yet he sits confined by a cage
Move an inch and move again
Don't stop once you reach the cliff
Don't look back, don't hesitate
Jump off, fly free, who knows what awaits...


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.