to what extent is the world your oyster?

no trees will bow down to you unless

you make their tops touch the ground.

no sun will shine down on you unless

you wake up before it each morning.

no woman will long for you unless

you make her cry sometimes, alone.

no heart will beat for you unless

you beat it occasionally too.

or sometimes you find that half-inch opening

in the shell of that oyster

and you crawl inside, and you don't come out.