Hubris,
Is a trait I shed,
Many selves ago.
Somewhere along the grand tree,
The Grand Line,
Of Evolution.
Humility comes,
With being beaten into the ground,
On repeat.
One gets real good,
At taking punches.
Yet cultivated grit,
Or salvaged resilience,
Can surely be worth something.
Playing,
At soldiers of fortune.
The Grand Line.
