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.