You think you're good, don't you? Helping with a flat. Offering to buy lunch. Aiding with algebra. Sure, you sometimes push the speed limit, don't leave a tip, stay glued to the game. You never said you were perfect.
But small stones still shatter the water's placid plane. Unchecked, waves will overwhelm. The rills and ripples from all you've done and left undone unfold before me like a map.
Don't call it a gift. It's anything but. More like trying to walk on a storm-tossed sea. But be glad you can't see it, even if I'll never call you good.
Observation / Things Done and Left Undone / Sir Greatheart and the Dragon by I Saw Lightning Fall
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