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Beware of the ones doing something
different⏤
Or everything,
differently.
Anyone can see the second step
⏤and the third.
Anyone can move once there’s motion
Anyone can act once there’s acting
But⏤
The ones who aren’t afraid to take
the first step,
the most difficult, obvious step
right in the open,
Beware.
Keep an eye on the ones⏤
who aren’t afraid.
The ones who have nothing,
The scrappy ones.
The ones who work hard all day⏤
with broken tools and an empty stomach
⏤and don’t speak a word of it.
Watch us.
The jokers.
Watch how we move,
untethered.
Watch how we create,
carelessly.
We lunatics, who laugh at nothing⏤
and laugh at your “everything.”
The misfits.
The ones that’ll make something
out of that same thing
where you saw “nothing.”
We don’t fit in
—and we don’t try to—
we make our own shape.
The ones that find a way,
moments after the majority says, “There’s just no way.”
The ones that hear your excuses,
but don’t accept them.
Listen as the critics call them “lucky ones”
⏤then just watch as we
silently laugh at the thought
with a smirk,
a shit-eating grin.
Above luck.
because those ones who know⏤
Know that “luck” is the lazy word for “work”
Deep down⏤
they know.
But they only speak of it
to the other few
who know.
The small few⏤
Who know how to be grateful
even in despair.
Who know it’s cliché to only rejoice
in prosperity.
Be scared of the lunatics who smile while suffering,
too.
We’re unchained.
Deranged.
Constantly thriving in the horrendous moment
you perpetually try to escape.
Be careful around those who
feel ecstasy in moments of uncertainty.
We’re fucking mental;
we’re insane.
Taking turns at speeds that show
we don’t care
if we see the other side of the corner⏤
or spin out in a wild catastrophe.
Beware of us
who have abandoned every world
except the one that we belong in.
We’re out here.
Preying.
Thriving.
And if feels like we’re cheating,
as we change the world, and your mind.
Right in front of your petrified face.
Beware of the ones doing something
different⏤
Or everything,
differently.