Before I take a trip, take a beat, take a breath

Take stock, what I've got

Is waking moments and sleeping thoughts

In my head, I have music, I have stories, I have friends

Most of all, I have time, and no knowledge of how much

But I take solace in the fact that I can decide how little

On this island, I have unproven skills and raw materials

If I'm to survive I'll have to do what's always been done for me

I have to make the world.

I have to make peace, make a fire, make a dam

I have to make tools for what I can't do with my hands

I'll take food, water and shelter

I'll take air and space

I'll take pain and pleasure

And when I've had all I can take

I'll give



This poem is about: 
Our world


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