Fluid Crystal Deliberation.

Excuse me If I don’t take you seriously,

As you continue to hide both eyes under your feet

The only time you get to see others

Is when you’re stepping on them.

You think the ground trembles as you move

But it’s only you; stepping on it after I do. 

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,

It’s to be expected from ambitious glass cannons,

Shattered by their own over-estimation.

But that’s the difference between you and me.

Winning is not core to the foundation of my soul.

It’s a detour — a welcome reminder —

A flavorful happening among a series of happenings

The equivalent of having ice cream on a hot afternoon.

Indeed, that’s the difference between you and me 

I don’t think “ice cream” every moment of every day.

I don’t need to. 

No, not when there’s more to life than that.

More to life,

Than “winning”

– O.D. ©2022

Art by: RHADS

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