windows down
hair flapping high
my right arm escapes
confinement
to dance
with the swirling gale
when i was a child
my hand was a boat
rolling along
the crests of waves
a bird
swooping low for food
during its long flight
a porpoise
chasing
teams of silvery fish
an angry giant
stumbling over
tiny ant people
with its canoe sized feet
but i’m older now
and i know better
i know
that my hand
is simply an
off roading jeep
a graceful skier
skimming the slopes
a shooting star
grazing a galaxy
a ufo
lost in a wormhole
where nothing else
and everything else
exists
The Gen Z Entrepreneurial Revolution
It is hardly debatable that the world has always been run by a bunch of aging dinosaurs, mostly male, who refuse to allow the younger generation to bring about changes. Politicians and leaders everywhere refuse to release the reigns of creativity and leadership until they are dead or dying. It is time to give the young a chance to revolutionize and change the entire landscape of their existence. Those of us with one foot in the grave, so to speak, should wake up and realize that we are not the ones who will be living in the world in the years to come.
By Novel Allen7 days ago in Writers
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