I spend my evenings dissecting out the lead bullets which you pummel into my chest throughout the day
I gingerly remove the palpable parts of your reckless barrage
Do you intend to hurt me so deeply that I must perform surgery nightly just to keep my sanity?
If I ever had any sanity to lose, that is…
Wisps of breath curl coolly around my open wounds, trying to soothe the painful sting of your attack
I am humbled by how long it takes me to heal from injuries that you were so quick to inflict
Don’t tell me you Kant follow the Golden Rule
That is the universal elixir we are all hoping for
Now I know where the true treasure is
It has been mine all along, my heart of gold
I choose to share it with the world
What will you do with your golden treasure?
Please don’t keep it buried all your life
It is already within you, yours to share whenever you wish
If only I could get this message to you somehow
I’ve sent messages in bottles before
But bottles can lead to ripples
And I’m trying to calm my water
Splash
I’m learning to dodge the lead bullets of your matrix
And melt them into gold
Treating others how you want to be treated
Is a rule that never grows old