If I step off the platform to be swept away

What of me will be left behind

A sweet smelling notion of what could have been

(But never was)

(And never will be)

Because existence without bullshit can’t be an independent existence

Humans prove it again and again

And again

(And again)

So there is, really, never any good done by giving in

Only by continuing to try to contribute enough good to outweigh your own bullshit

Will you leave something worthy behind