I am your camel, let me see your needle.
Stability is overrated while my value is higher than ever before.
When I pled "Invest in me now" during those dark days,
I was honest;
I was transparent.
Now happier by all worldly definitions and in all the lies I sift through,
Allow me to offer a drop of truth from what little is left: far more valuable than bags of gold (I know this now)-
You should have sold your shares years ago.
Turns out stability is the domain of someone else
I am Abaddon- I live to destroy.
With no mentor, no curator, the fruits of my labor:
Prickly, bitter, acidic.
I quit the game of gaining self-improvement
When I started decorating my mausoleum.
The curse of the rich man, I guess.
Maybe I will repent and find myself among the poor.
The blessed.
Maybe this load will break my back,
And I'll dance like the weak.
Right now I would tell the boy I was,
"Be careful what you wish for"
For you may be cursed enough to receive it.
And nothing more.
With tears,
A tight death grip,
And nothing more.
A good reason,
And the best intentions,
And nothing more.
Tears and sweat,
Crying and shouting.
Everything you ever asked for,
And nothing more.
