today there is no such thing as apology.
when your friend fucks up, you don't bother
beating him into the floor — it just leaves more work
for the maid who has to clean him off the tiles.
when he does a bad take,
the guitarist doesn't go home, because he's feeling all right
and he's got it in him to play it again.
when they're laughed at in the streets,
the kids don't go out and buy new clothes.
they roll with the punches and come back again tomorrow.
and when they cross the road,
the mice tell themselves to just close their eyes
and run.
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