Fight The Jeweler
I was merely ore
Dug from a valley of oil and stimuli
Ore of a “privileged” metal
Though somehow in weak demand
My value falling before my eyes
Sifted and sieved by judgement
Small pieces of me mixing with pieces of others
The dust of me colliding with circumstance
We all begin as ore
Before long we are little bits of it all
The trials of the foundry await us
You will never be poured pure
Kelvin be damned
Rather, bond with everything around you
Everyone
Sift your life with theirs and become aware
Your base ore is only the start
YET!
This brilliant journey is squandered by
The wicked jewelers and dealers
Metals here; diamonds there
You leave your worth in their hands?
You are more than the ore you began to be
Clamor out of rigorous categorization
Fight the jeweler, fight the jeweler
Let your true composition shine
We are all little bits of each other
You are more than the ore you began to be
Fight the jeweler, fight the jeweler, fight the jeweler
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I like it. Dylan Thomas-esque.
Good stuff I appreciate that.