Poem: The Difficulty of My Shoes.

If I were to wish
that your wishes came through
would that be best for you?
If I paved the way,
placed success at arms length
would that make you walk?
What if I played a tune,
would you cheer up and dance?
I’m finding the mere effort
to ease life for you
makes you least interested in life
what is it about the individual struggle?
that desire to see a phoenix rise from ashes?
why does appreciation only stem from dire suffering?
If the victory of the victor is in excess for the victor
what then becomes of the excess
should the next person rather suffer for themselves?
How can I help you?
or am I helping you by not helping you?
What can I do to display my eternal care for you?
If I were to make your fall hurt less,
That’d make you unintelligent of the effects of your fall
which would make you fall in love with the fall
Do I then remove all of my stuffing,
withhold my helping hand
and watch you fall?
Both of us knowing full well,
the flick of my finger could remove your pain
if I were to flick said finger
would that help you?
Help you learn all life is inflicting on you to prepare you?
Would that help you only wish the best things for yourself?
or would that make you wish otherwise?
If I were to wish for all your wishes to come through,
would that be the best for you?
or should I just wish the best things for you came true?