What is this hurry to conquer?

To climb all the mountains,

And to dive in the deep seas,

To check everything off a list of dreams?


What is the need to conquer?

The lovelorn heavy hearts,

And broken wings of mid-air fights,

The egos and tempers of people you don’t even like?


The joy is in being conquered.

By the feeling of love, even if it doesn’t last.

Be conquered by failure,

For success that’s where you start.


Be conquered by sadness,

The feeling of being pulled apart.

Give in to the power of giving up,

Be conquered first to think of the world.


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