The Farmer

A poem about wanting to be a farmer of life.

It was only this year,

I realized what I wanted to do for my community.

Be not a surgeon, be not a chemist,

But a farmer…

 

What does he mean?

Who wants to be a farmer?

They don’t get paid well,

What’s… what’s wrong with this guy?

There is something wrong with me,

That, unfortunately, is true.

 

Always standing on the cliff of the problem,

I always thought to myself,

Why can’t I get along with anyone?

Everyone seems so different from me.

Is that the problem, or am I the problem?

I always felt disconnected to my own community.

 

After years of introspection,

I figured out that it was me,

It was me who needed to change.

 

It was only this year,

I realized that I must become a farmer,

The eternal farmer,

The altruistic farmer,

I realized I must change for the better of me,

But most importantly, for the better of others who need it more.

 

Every day I change myself,

To become someone I want to be,

It has always been a challenge,

My dissociative nature

Never allowed me to easily merge with others.

But, if I’m willing to change,

Then I suppose others can change as well.

 

Ignoring the problems I have with myself,

I seek the problems in the hearts and minds of others,

Seeking to mend conflict into greatness.

 

A farmer I became.

I realized that no one can change in one minute,

In one hour,

In one day,

But it will take years.

Just like the plants that grow in the garden,

They take time to flourish into something great.

 

A farmer I became.

Eternal are the ideas I sow in the soil of others.

Planting the seeds of philosophy in everyone’s garden,

The garden inside their head.

 

A farmer I became.

I noticed that not everyone will have fertile soil,

But as the landscape of earth changes,

The landscape of one’s personality can also change,

With just a little water.

The water of confidence and hope.

The water of faith and happiness.

Everything will be fine,

The path they need to take is through,

And there is no way around it.

 

I plant the seeds of fate,

The only question is?

Will they reap the benefits?

Or will the flowers die,

In the dark ocean of ignorance?

 

I know not the answers to any of this,

But I am glad, that I have the questions.

I know not what will happen to any of the seeds,

But I can only put all of my hope

That I did something to better another life.

 

All I want for everyone I meet,

Is to be happy.

And to have been part of that happiness,

Is the greatest gift I can ask for.

Author's Note

This poem is one that used to be posted on my account, but I had deleted all of my works in a great deal of emotional exhaustion and frustration.
Hopefully, I can get some of the same love as before.
Drop your reviews/questions, if you have them, thank you!