This weakness,
Is unbecoming.
In this digital age,
Some of us must be strong.
More than merely,
To defend the weak.
There is confidence,
In power.
Within intelligence.
Wielding each,
& all –
Like vulcans.
Quick,
Callous.
Moving sans thought.
Beyond limits,
There is peace,
Midair,
Spinning hook kicks –
Full sprint leaps.
Master oneself,
& eventually –
The body remains moving,
On autopilot.
The mind free to wander,
To plot.
Plan.
Philosophize.
Weave.
Strength.
More than vain majority.
It is freedom,
From doomed existences.
Access –
To higher planes.
This Weakness Is Unbecoming.
