You’ve always wanted to save the world from falling apart,
To end the wars in the Middle East, to feed the hungry
And to take down the authoritarian
regimes in Africa and elsewhere.
But dear one
with your won anger in side of you,
With your own fear inside of you
With your own wanting inside of you
With your own wars in side of you,
How can you possibly grow wings
and soar?
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