Drop your roses, Drop your feet, Drop your eyes Down to where each thing falls. Drop those walls That have stood you Just a mite so tall. Your pride Is the musing of a thousand more Generations to come. As I see it, As I comprehend it, It is weak as glass. Let yourself go, to where you may collide. Find yourself, Shine yourself In the sun's warmth Of exercise, of the swim In the ocean called "paradise", Where children are your bread Upon your platter. Do not lie to yourself, For you do not love yourself. You love the world, For you to retreat Back to your own When the sun sets, When the clouds hang too heavy. When the morn raises For you to bring tears, You act as if the simplest torment Could bring you down. I shall bring you down Only for your submission to a kind word In nothing to be as cruel, to you.