And yet another soul
Who hasn’t reached their goal
And fulfilled their potential
So they try to crush mine
And destroy my spirit
Just so they can justify
Their own incapability
Their own sad little existence
They try to crush others
So their own inadequacies don’t come to light
They try to impress, compress, depress
Just so they’re not left
With their own fragile, weak, little pathetic selves
The illusion of strength is the weakness
It’s cooperation that brings you blessings, not competition
And definitely not suppression.
Hear me, and I will hear you
Speak, and I will talk too
Let me be, and I will let you
Live
Spirit of Tara 