How you carry a slip-up reveals what you conceal as your posture is what’s real, does your ego bruise with the toast is cold or do you find warmth in a story retold
How you carry a slip-up reveals what you conceal as your posture is what’s real, not what shows up, your pride or your guide, not about food but how you feel when something small cracks your sense of ideal
How you carry a slip-up reveals what you conceal as your posture is what’s real, every reaction holds more than a clue or it draws a clear portrait painted in true…
The smallest response is what’s truly real when you think no one sees what you feel, like eggs over-easy now overdone single thought the mask like a morning sun
The smallest response is what’s truly real when you think no one sees what you feel, that moment from a frown, from a sigh, from a stare tells more than words every dare
The smallest response is what’s truly real when you think no one sees what you feel, it’s easy to charm when things go right but what is poise in a petty fight from under pressure that character peels from what squeals…
Our treatment of others shows who we are for real when the world gives us less than ideal, a waiter’s mistake, a coffee spilled or a timeline missed to a request unfulfilled
Our treatment of others shows who we are for real when the world gives us less than ideal, do you rage, retreat, or do you weaponize scorn or answer with love or even with kindness
Our treatment of others shows who we are for real when the world gives us less than ideal, adversity doesn’t shout but it speaks with low and in the way you respond when no one’ll know…
And now your smallest choice reveals what’s real because tolerance for chaos reveals you, you can curse the slip or see the grace in a server’s flinch or a misplaced plate
And now your smallest choice reveals what’s real because tolerance for chaos reveals you, every reaction writes you name with kind or cruel likes calm flame of little things break the deal
And now your smallest choice reveals what’s real because tolerance for chaos reveals you, not every trial wear iron and fire and most wrapped in broken desire and that’s the moment you seal the appeal…
Just life not going how you like yet watch the hands, the voice, the reaction
Does your soul lash out or offer care and not every storm needs rising tide
Sometimes the lesson is how we abide as the universe listens, quiet and still
With dreams and troubles just like you, or did you glare as if beneath your worth
