So, you want to push me over?
Knock the wind out of me?
Bring it on, work the bag,
And see that what you think you know and what is real are vastly different.
You think you own me?
That somehow I owe you the very air I breathe?
I owe you, that is certain,
But the price you request is certainly not the price I can pay.
So, you can take me or you can leave me,
but choose all the same,
And either accept or deny,
For the sun does not change colors at the whims of those who deem it must.
I am me, not you or your vision
You are you, not me or what I think should be,
So either we can let go of things
Things that aren’t or or things that are, things that were or things that aren’t.
Let go we must.