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How you treat me
I can’t predict
How I treat you
Is in my power
Waiting for your appreciation
Stalls my progress
Giving forth your portion
Cleans my conscience
Do I want to be powerful
Or find solace in generosity?
Is there any victory in your defeat
Or just a hollow chest thump?
Where did we go wrong?
How does winning become joy
If losing destroys my warmth
Leaving me cold and vacant?
We don’t need to be friends
To cease the gnawing strife
Agreement may escape our grasp
But sweet Spirit grants space
Everything doesn’t need to be right
To chase the wrong away
Just a respect for one another
Manifested each and every day
Published by Jonathan Cring
Written by Jonathan Cring