I always start by paying my dues,
Just in case karma is real.
There’s something wrong with requesting
Without giving something first,
Like taking money out of an empty account.
It sometimes works, but the wise never do it
Because it comes back with a bite.
So maybe my desires sound crazy,
Too much for too small a world,
But I would never dare even hope
For something I haven’t offered myself,
A couple times over, to make sure I’m worthy
And rack up a nice universal debt.
I firmly believe that everybody
Starts out with infinite potential.
It’s just a question of what I’m choosing to feed,
To get thrice over the doubt and suspicion
Or to foster what I want to make bloom.
So I always start with the assumption
That the world is good and kind,
And you, my darling, are the most
Amazing and wonderful of them all.
And you’ll have to work very hard indeed
To make me even consider that I am wrong.
Because, every once in a while,
I’m known to make a mistake or twenty,
And by then I want to have helped others up
Enough time to have a right to expect
You to already be reaching for me
When I lift a hand up, asking for help.