the futility of being impressive to birds
throwing mud at the wall again, i see.
don’t touch anything
we’re making a big mistake.
treating our insides like nothing more than loose change
altitude
you aspire to greatness—i won’t tell you no
tilt your chin just a little more. that helps you stay above it all
nobody’s looking
who cares if what you do alone
is consistent with how you want to be known?