My place is where my footsteps are traced, <br />To validate as made to make known. <br />It took me a long time to see it that way, <br />Since I only adventured... <br />To follow my own curiosities unlimited. <br />Leaving to fear what I could not see, <br />Left to ignore someone else's philosophy. <br />That would label me from their point of view. <br />And squeezed to fit in a box from bottom to top. <br /> <br />My place is where my footsteps are traced, <br />To validate as made and to myself shown. <br />And if I had sought an identity others accepted, <br />To think it needed as a pre-requisite first... <br />I'd be following others like many do, <br />To never find a thirsting to adventure. <br />Or believe those experiences I lived to face, <br />Would not have me today qualified as identified. <br />And with significant evidence applied on a daily basis.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/qualified-as-identified/
