The Fortune:
Commitment is the daily triumph of integrity over skepticism.
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His hands
Graze across surfaces
Of anger
And make sure to really feel
Upon the object of fear.
Regardless,
He will always place it back.
To hold such negativity
Such pessimism
Would cause the resistance
Of handling anger
To vanish.
Not all wise men know
That once you pick up joy
Their hands will start sweating
And it'll be forced to
Slip
And
Fall
Down,
Shards will never connect
No matter the amount of
Thought and care you carry
To put it back together.
He is gentle.
Weighing joy between anger
Sorrow between pleasure
So that this
Malicious life
Will be forced
To let him
Walk his own path.
Though anger may weigh
A bit more than necessary
Or joy may become
Too overwhelming,
He still continues to walk.
Walking,
Walking,
Until all that is ever left
Is footsteps trailing behind him.
