Giving More
I have come to a consensus
To respect my bare hands,
And to gleam at the man I have built
To add structure to surrounding lands.
I have also learned over time
To disregard the closed doors,
And to recognize that one open door
Will always lead to more.
I view myself as a man
Who is capable of retaliation
When the imperfections of the world
Make attempts at self-immolation.
I also now turn my head
Away from those who growl and roar,
And when they ask I turn away,
I simply respond by Giving More.
And when I fall in my final attempt
To satisfy the world’s needs,
I do not simply disappear
Or perform any act of raw greed.
Instead, I accompany a young one
To the same spot I faced defeat,
And aid him as he makes his mark
And drives adversity into retreat.
I feel I am a shield carried
To the most unspeakable of wars,
And release the statement every waking moment,
“Let’s go beyond the stars”.
I tell those around me to join hands
And not to push each other to the floor,
And when the world tries to hold me down,
I simply respond by Giving More.
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