Never take the ticket, to sell out your word, becoming a cautionary tale, for your name to be heard.
You might think it’s short-term, & quietly say, it’s just for right now, it will pay off someday.
Each faustian compromise, each selling of self, hides the best of your works, to collect dust on a shelf.
You’ll hear “how dare you’s” & “you sir’s” with outrage a plenty, all projections of those, who are consumed by their envy.
For the path of what’s right, might be narrow & hard, but it’s the same path you’ll find, planting seeds in your yard.
Be fruitful, be kind, never boastful with pride. Reflect the light of the path, inspiring many to His side.
A new theater will emerge, filled with laughs & true joy. Where the tickets are priceless, to hear the laughs of your boy.
No one has more fun, with Logos filled rants, when the only ticket you take is for jolly crops & fancy plants.
-Coddington Bear
