little heart,
sit back, observe, little heart,
when the tables turn,
will you weep?
when fortune won't favor you,
little heart, will you be brave then?
when grief hands you heavy blocks of pain,
will you erect a wall around you?
when your hunger makes your stomach ache,
will you share your last nibbles, little heart?
when resentment seeps into your insides,
will you know kindness and compassion then?
little heart, will you weep then?
for when you traveled north
and the wind blew your way,
you were taken forth with it,
but now that the path diverges
down to trails devoid of direction,
will you weep, little heart?
will your eyes still pool?
will you open yourself up, then?
when the fortune isn't in your favor,
little heart, carry your grief and lay it down,
and wail, by a grave amidst rainy storms,
by all means, mourn, shrieking in pain
but don't grow numb dear heart,
audentes fortuna iuvat.
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