Time to pull yourself together.
Our hearts beat, but we can’t hear them—there is noise.
What stands before me, I cannot see.
No will to say no, we stood silent.

You admit, yet forget your responsibility.
You gave power to an incapacitated devil.
You fed it, let it grow—for what?
You could have planted a cucumber or a strawberry in a pot.
Maybe then, you would have met yourself.

Why do you lose yourself in a fog where you remain unseen?
Why did you trust voices that cannot hear you?

Time to pull yourself together.
You’ll suffer—assign a virtue to your loss,
And it may turn into pleasure.

Acknowledge the ground beneath your feet.
Give what is due, and the fog will dissolve in its own emptiness.
Give what is due, so your voice may be heard by another.

Time to pull yourself together.
Be that virtue.
Let your virtue find a way—
Through the course of your breath,
To give life to another.