If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
I’d un-invent the urge to compare,
to weigh my now against someone else’s there.
Joy grows freer, softer, true,
when I walk my road, and let yours be you.
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
I’d un-invent the urge to compare,
to weigh my now against someone else’s there.
Joy grows freer, softer, true,
when I walk my road, and let yours be you.