What can I do? What can I do? These are the only words bouncing around in my mind. Small am I, not famous, or even well-known. Tired am I, without finances, or fortune enough for the trumpet I desire to blow. Despised am I, different, not well-fitted, not trusting, because I refuse to follow greed’s bidding. What can I do? What can I do? These are the words, every time, if only my words mattered. If only they could captivate the world’s heart, I would type till my fingers bleed, as if each letter were a life-giving seed.

If only my words, when hurt could change a single person’s heart, then perhaps from my head, those worrisome words, what can I do? What part, what can I do? Well, I suppose this desire to help others I could share, perhaps what can I do? Is meant to be there, perhaps there is a reason, and although we are not yet in season, perhaps these words are a sign. A spark of the divine showing us, that the desire to love alone is more than enough to save the world each and every time. And so my friends, what can I do? Is something I hope you also find.

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