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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