My words are a weapon non-physical but emotionally.
My voice is faster than a silver bullet.
I live in an environment where there are violent and quiet bang bangs

An ant stays in a single file line with the rest of the colony.
Knowing its purpose full well.
Just like a bee collecting pollen and receiving it to come.

Unlike us, we are against each other. Not knowing our morals and what to collect and receive.
In our habits. We are confused like scrambled eggs in the morning.
But some will have movements in our daily lives. Committing to a goal. Like a dog leashed to the poll.

I myself can commit to a goal because
I have swallowed my toughest limits.
Running without knowing stretches.
Being tossed like a basketball into a hoop.
Reach my goal like a rock in a jar on top of a shelf.
Reaching it like stars in space not being sucked nor dragged into a black hole.

Because I start with my morals, with the community.