Bounce
attitudes,
most are brittle;
thin walls hide a jumble of vibrating nerves.
the splintery ones,
they can fracture under the weight
of the work, the crowds, the futility.
if only most were sunny
they would bounce, evade the pressures,
and seize the heights.
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