Ive always found it best not to tip toe through the tulips, rather run them down as I gallop and remind them who theyre dealing with. Ill pound through fields and plow down bushes, Ill crush stems and rip up petals, for these tulips do not take power here. The tulips were planted, I grew. I fought through battles and tore up dreams, I destroyed roads and strayed from tracks, I bought myself here against all odds, so tell me, why should I stop for these tulips? What great deed have these tulips done to deserve me to slow my catastrophic path and instead fall into a meek tip toe? These weak flowers were sourced from another, seeded by someone else and all they did was move completely up. But maybe thats an achievement. To resist temptation and harsh weather, to not twist with weeds or crush other flowers with longing. Perhaps simply growing up is the most taxing, arduous, onerous task that could ever be managed. So maybe, when I reach tulips, they deserve my calm. So, I tip toe through the tulips, and remind myself who Im dealing with.
