I did little, I do much
Smelly popcorn in the air
perchance purveyed my blindness,
or the bulge at my belt--
possibly rancid shrewdness.
I was clueless, I was wise.
I succumbed to convenience--
viewed people as underrated.
They had sown the seed for me,
and so heedlessly I ate.
I did little, I did much.
My obsession to appease
swayed freedom and installed
discipline...ascetic thing!
Prejudice I also hauled.
I was meager, I was fair.
Amenity in being;
chiefly in being aloof.
Come too close, I’d freeze, fight, flee.
How could I help or love you?
I felt nothing, I sensed all.
I stayed hushed and uninformed.
My words I scarcely would craft.
No warm showers swelled my skin
thick to roam unprepared paths.
I was stalling, I was safe.
Last season, that boor was me.
Now this intrinsic heart’s glee
is to open its closed eyes
and reclaim the detainee.
I am new, I am ready.
I am vegan, free, grateful,
and immersing in culture.
I humble myself and feel
my heart in acupuncture.
I have mercy, I have love.
Insatiate pride I’ll fast
it away to eat the fruits
that sustain a tasteful life--
nourish the soul’s tender roots.
I am growing, I am fit.
Evoking, cold, tub waters
shower a call to action
so let opportune moments
bring synergies of passion.
I did little, I do much.