Come to me as orchids,
purple and blue.
Too good to be true.
As children who haven’t lost limbs yet.
And as adults who haven’t lost heart.
This may be the one time I disagree with Lorde.
These are the masters tools,
but it’s your hand that wields them.
Your sweat carving into the grooves.
Your fingerprints on those keyboards.
You can choose what you drink in the company KeepCup.
Do you remember when your goals began growing out of fear?
How did you learn to play hide and seek with power?
Who told you the world was yours to devour?
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