Maybe not in ways that you would agree,
But in many more than one, I'm extraordinary.
An article can still make me cry,
The New Yorker Talk of the Town on Haiti made me cry....
Because I care too much, emotionally invested, that's why.
I'm extraordinarily passionate.
Unafraid of being unfortunate.
Because it doesn't exist..
My fortunes are someone else's misfortunes,
Such is the same in reverse, in portions
With what I achieve, I
understand what others may not truly perceive..
We live in a give and take world,
But we always wanna take.
Not enough of us give and not enough of us care to dare to question the motives of those who show us how to take.... How to cheat, how to steal, how to diplomatically overstep boundaries.
I'm extraordinary because I know boundaries.
I know you cannot diplomatically overstep anything...
So I overstep what I have to.. I take to task what I need to.
I challenge my existence, who I am, what that means, everyday.
I try to give and give in every possible way.. Love, life, support, comfort,
I'm extraordinarily equipped with more than enough it just takes the effort...
To execute.
Execute my overly stocked chamber of passion,
And show others compassion incidentally depleting my own...
But it's recyclable. So I know,
The emotions that I show..
There's more where that came from
And I will not be the person that deprives someone
Of what I know I'm capable of giving up some; attention.
Arthur Miller wrote it, "attention must be paid...."
attention must be paid to our most pathetic protagonist.
Are you hearing me? Not just listening but actually hearing me?
Ask yourself everyday what you can do for someone else....
And through that selfless quest you will find selfish reward.
But overstepping boundaries cannot be done diplomatically, only ruthlessly. With ambition, drive and passion, you will provide someone else's compassion.
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