Each moment you ask me for a piece of me
Oh, those aren’t the words you use
But they mean the same thing
And it’s so hard to deny your simple request
So, I don’t
But don’t you see?
Each moment, each piece, means less
So, I cheat
I beg and steal pieces of others around me
And come back and convince you
Basically, it’s the same thing
After all, these that I hand over could be me
But they’re not
Don’t I know it?
Each piece, a pretending, each a lie
So, they’ll fail
Making you do the same thing when I ask
The circle of cannibalism grows
You, me, they, the same thing
Desperately needing to be more and more
But you’re less
When’s it enough?
Each taking a protecting, yet diminishing
So, you fade
If only we’d do the hard work to build me
We’d constantly replenish the pieces
And genuinely be the same thing
Instead of begging or stealing, be eating
And we’d grow
Isn’t that better?
Each of us making, sharing our being
And we grow
*this post first appeared at https://medium.com/@brandonboone