You have the arrogance
To tell me what is and is not possible
Despite a wealth of historical example
Of people exceeding expectations
And overturning previous conceptualizations
Of how the world operates
You expect me to bow to your presumptions
And accept your preconceived recursive notions
As Truth
Building imposing castles
With bricks that are rotten at the core
Motivating you to guard them ferociously
Knowing somewhere inside
That you are a fake
And that you stand on a foundation
That will easily crumble
From the soft breath
Of the Heart spoken
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