Once told I do not know my own worth
Carry myself at work just as I would in battle
The uphill world wind has yet to keep me grounded
But ive came to the surface
Negativity quickly transitioned to a positive path
Ask me how i deal
The reply would be
I know nothing of the sort
I believe
My purpose is bound to my back
For all intensive purposes
I pray for those who wish downfall
With lyfe in my grasp
What I once never saw as daylight
Has become the ways of Buddha for me
I have free rein to conquer as I please
For my predecessors foresee the best in me
There lies my higher calling
Thank you for the opportunity
No pun intended
William K. Butler
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