Drop
Drop the callous slight of others Drop the jealous sight of others Drop the hurt from them Drop for them your envy Drop the burden That these things levy Drop the material things That tie you down Drop your own being From your clutches own All your accomplishments amount To feeble footprints on the shore Even before you finish your count They will be washed away to the core You are a fish So swim and swim and swim Or a bird, if you wish Fly and fly and fly to the brim Before you become soil again Sculpt yourselves into your best avataar Before you douse, your oil drains Burn and glow and alight afar