Every interaction,
Whether fleeting or with traction,
Leads to some unforeseen action
That can cause a gaping wound.
Everyone you meet,
At your desk or in the street,
Could result in some great feat
You feel is over much too soon.
And it’s easy to lay blame,
At the ones who knew your name,
But who aren’t acting quite the same
As you’ve come to expect them too.
It’s far too easy to be the one
Whom the world has made undone,
Through the thoughtless actions of someone
That you really thought you knew.
But whether weathered by wicked words,
That were thrown at you, or overheard,
It’s really very quite absurd
To expect anything different in this game.
You know, it isn’t really about you,
Those pointed things they say and do,
That can only lead you to,
Anger, hate, and shame.
So when you feel you’re shrinking small,
And that you can’t handle it at all,
Walk through that illusory wall!
Be and do what you want to!
Remember they’re out of your control.
Don’t take it seriously. It’s drôle.
For only you can make you whole,
Or hold any power over you.
And in truth we get to choose,
How to define our “win” and our “lose”.
And we can walk in any shoes.
We just have to put them on.
We could be stubborn, and salt our own earth.
Let others’ hate diminish our worth.
Or everyday can be a rebirth,
And we can move merrily right along.