keep your hands clean

even when others play dirty.

truth has a way of circling back,

landing gently on the shoulders

of those who stayed real.

the world spins

slowly, then suddenly.

those who whispered against you

will one day choke on your silence.

don’t rush the justice of time,

it knows who kept their soul intact,

who chose light

when it was easier to dim.

stay kind. stay honest.

the tables always remember how to turn.

i write for those who refuse to lose themselves in the game.