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
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