A simple fix goes a long way.
When things are off limits, the only limit is the infinite tunnel vision before you, or even better, the boundless sky.
Such are the horses adorning blinkers. The blinkers are tantamount to being hyper-focused.
In today's digital age, most digital platforms are rigged to the bone. The awards and accolades are changing hands between an inner self-proclaimed blue-blooded cult. The rest of us are always outside looking in, being driven by the value they deem fit for us. Which is not necessarily true.
The horse doesn't care about the crowd on the sidelines. It wears it's horseshoes, pulls up its horsesocks and it's ready to blitz past your very eyes.
I personally don't trust what I see at first glance, because there's always more than what meets the eye. Not saying, it's evil to pass on the baton between yourselves, but based on the discernment I house, I wouldn't want it to be at my cost.
That's why we, as the Wordsmith family, stay an arm's length away from the inflated rigged platforms and rigged parties.
Why play a game where there's nothing but planned disparity, and the keys tightly entangled in the select few's hands?
A level ground is where a horse likes to compete. Not being set up for injury to compete against astronomically steroid-fed cows.
Like a horse riding away, being aggressively charged, tethering to the track, is what I visualize a horse with blinkers.
He runs on racecourses with which no man can tinker.
That horse is the real horse. Needs no godfather, just needs Creator to do well for itself.
To close on this note,
The marginalized includes the middle class too, don't be too incentivized by a few breadcrumbs by an elite few percentile who hold monopoly with a smirk.
Demand your pound of flesh, for the work you put in, leverage your skillset and don't fight evil with evil. But fight evil with style, finesse, passion and drive.
Handing you a note for leverage.
The 1 thing the 1 percent lacks, is drive, hunger and passion.
Ultimately, what have you to lose?
Let me answer that.
Nothing.
Wishing you the best to shatter the glass ceiling and get ahold of your autonomy.
The keys to your own life.
Let the fate gifted by the Creator prevail, not a human.
I only reckon with this horse's mindset. What about you?
Potency of the Blinker
// poetry
The mighty horse
Graced in his blinkers.
Authentic views manifold,
No demoralizing force can with tinker.
Algorithm worshippers
Don't get anything profound in time
While you keep pleasing rigged platforms
They keep squeezing you like a lime.
AI can't write in spirit
Some generic jargons it can spin
Barely text to speech has been mastered
Let alone overblown technology from the bin.
Yet, the mediocre ones shall be done away with,
The one's who're overpowered by tech;
But the authentic-driven flesh and blood,
Will step on oppressive tech's neck.
The glitch in the system
Has precursored AI's end
To conspiracy theorists and apocalyptic tale-bearers
Your hardened spirit don't you bend.
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