The world a blessing
So if you forget you can expect
The world to remind you
And if you lie the way I have
The truth will be the hidden hole in the pavement
that trips you up.
This power in solitude
proves to accumulate every part of me
From the clandestine fantasy
To the overt love I have for the world
The fool I´ve been to the genius I´m becoming
The begger I was to the mogul I´ll be
And everything in the middle
My finger the wand my shoe shy of potholes
I´m reminded of the world
By the most subtle of angels
Discouraged by the most overbearing of devils
And granted inspiration to press on from beyond.
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