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Your ways.
Lurking in my brain,
A simple movement so perfectly executed.
Your being inspires.
Inspires me to be better in all that I do.
Your words have found a way in.
Perhaps they
Simply slipped
Through the openings in my ribs.
They found a home in my heart and
An impact in my soul.
“I’m better because I know you.”
Those words can’t be empty.
The scribe in which wrote them,
It carried value.
Don’t release words that
Don’t come from your heart.
I know you never would.
You’re a creature of intention.
A creature who seeks to be
Genuine.
This feeling in my heart.
The way my heart moves
When you move.
It’s new
It’s different.
I can’t control it.
Nor do I want to.
It would be so socially unacceptable to quote Macklemore in a serious circumstance. So I’m going to do it:
Make the money, don’t let the money make you. Change the game, don’t let the game change you.