I’m ready to be done
with this paper,
with this life,
with these problems
and these issues,
with this world
that seems
undone

we’re all ready
to give it all up,
to say “***** it all”
to go sleep away
till life is done
and gone

it’s a world based
on hard work,
a society borne in
greed,
we, the people,
read to be done,
I, myself, too
proud to give
up

so a world strikes
a faithful balance,
between its torture
and its gifts

it says unto you:
“give me your best
and your hardest,
give me your efforts
and your dreams,
if I am pleased,
I can offer,
a single present
to you”

“this present is sacred,
this present is rare,
this present is love,
a forgotten treasure,
if I do say so myself”