They won’t see the sense in your direction not at first, you begins to walk with clarity cutting through he fog of habits that never served They won’t see the sense in your direction not at first, not out of rebellion but because you’ve seen how the old ways wear you down They won’t see the sense in your direction not at first, around you others blink confused unsure what to make of your sharpen eyes They won’t see the sense in your direction not at first, they grumble joke, resist anything to avoid facing the mirror you now carry…
They’ll ask why you won’t play by he old rules anymore, when you start to speak with calm reason while others shout to make their points They won’t see the sense in your direction not at first, when you breathe deep before acting and others rush in loud and brittle They won’t see the sense in your direction not at first, your stillness won’t be praised but it will threaten those who survive the storm They won’t see the sense in your direction not at first, they will scoff, provoke, demand that you come back down to chaos…
They’ll take your growth as a kind of quiet rejection, your choices shift down to smaller plates, cleaner food, fewer drinks, earlier nights They’ll take your growth as a kind of quiet rejection, they call it boring, roll eyes, or joke like you’re performing for some invincible prize They’ll take your growth as a kind of quiet rejection, but their mockery masks discomfort as you remind them of what they avoid They’ll take your growth as a kind of quiet rejection, the crowd wants cohesion and your new path feels like an accusation…
They’ll fight your change even as they care for you, you try to explain, kindly, carefully but the truth has sharpeners even without any form of sugar coats They’ll fight your change even as they care for you, even love when paired with change can feel like rejections to the unchanged They’ll fight your change even as they care for you, so they push back- not always cruelly but with the pressure of status quo They’ll fight your change even as they care for you, and you must hold steady even while holding them close…
Don’t let your wisdom harden into disdain, you could turn hard and decide they’re not worth it, dismiss them as lost or blind Don’t let your wisdom harden into disdain, it would be easy rage always is but to turn progress into pride and gentleness into contempt Don’t let your wisdom harden into disdain, but growth without grace becomes another kind of war and that’s not your path Don’t let your wisdom harden into disdain, the challenge now is not to push ahead but to bring light without the heat…
Watchwords: Gentleness is part of the work to an extra job Because remember who I used to be That version of you deserves your loyalty And your empathy ,and so so they
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”
