Being the bigger man
Mean standing two feet tall
And shrinking
Holding tongue in cheek
Make the world think you meek
The distance grow and you sink
When will I be heard?
My invisible voice I speak through face
Yet most remain unattained to my visage
I have most certainly lost the race
But when I am old and grey
My integrity will still stay
Those who profit most
Are those who deserve it least
But I digress and must rest
Tis not my way to give in to jealousy
Lest I corrupt my integrity
And in so doing lose
The only thing I’ve earned
Surely, it will save me when I burn
