Rejecting it all

I want he who sits on that pile of dirt to extend a hand,

And I want to take hold of it.

But beneath that soil sits the bones of the past,

And beneath my word sits the corpse of my fear, and my foolishness.

So, indulging in the rarity that is my ignorance,

I resign myself to prudence.

To giving away gold in the street,

To serve without charging a fee.

Everything I vowed never to be-

-Come with me, and I’ll show you defeat.