All things held constant
As they are
Words are needed to soothe
The disruption
From a certain combustion
So the fuel can be expelled
With a polite expert
Weaving the words
Through a difficult
Narrative
To see what the future
Can hold
Am I prepared
For this life
The moments
That I fail
To see the hope
Amidst the sadness
When the focus
Is anything but what I want
To focus on
I need help in these times
When my unarmed eyes
Can’t see a way through
At first sight
There was hope
But then blood was drawn
With one poke
Of the eye
With the social feed
Roaring with fire
And stoked wherever you go
There was morning blood
Drawn
Even if you didn’t
Know
Even from the start
There was a burning light
Of opportunity
Of hope
So I hold dear to this
Belief
That better
Can come from
Good
And more can follow
It was a weak profit
Year
So I was told
As the margins
Decreased
Beyond a certain threshold
So changes are coming
Down the line
I can see
There is hope in the corporate
World to return
To monopoly
I made a mistake
One I can not take
As a simple
Action
Rather inaction
So my face
Began to blush
With the knowledge
Of the mistakes
I had made
Is there a science
To the perfect day
From start to finish
No other way
Of looking at the same
Pieces to the puzzle
Hiding from the fears
Embracing the struggle
These are the acts
Behind making the most
Of the moments we are given
If unhappiness
Grips you
From the tip of the head
To the bottom of the sole
Know
That it is in us
To suggest a different
Path to
Go
So take heed
And arm your words
To bring a new perspective
To the world
If all were known
Where would you go
If you could see the future
What would you fix
To know all
Is to not know
Anything
But it would be a burden
Bearing it’s knowledge
Everyday
If it were one
Make it two
Or three
Take them all
Take from him
Take from me
If it were double greed
It would be easy to see
So be aware
Of those
Trying to take everything
They can see
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