Scions

You got a good lead foot to start? Plant it.
Want to break the negative apart? Plant it.
Be swift and you will know victory.
Be kind and you will make history.

Til now I wasn't quite certain as to why I rhyme.
Nothing left to prove but I'm still not past my prime.
So listen well and I will teach you what I learn.
We begin by shedding the skin of existential concern.

For if you hide your elegance who will appreciate?
You'll do yourself more good than bad at any rate.
So decant the negative trappings of your humanity.
Embrace the vast freedom of your newfound sanity.

And as you put the wind of death behind you.
Find that you do things as happy humans do.
For you will be the scion in and of a higher place.
Where there is naught but a smile on your face.

And where, you ask, is this higher place?
Is it Heaven or some obscure sort of mindspace?
I cannot answer that for you but I can tell you this.
You'll know you're close when nothing is amiss.

Next, others will take notice to your momentum.
Inspiration that they too will take to ascension.
All will be made aware of your eminence.
So too will your enemies swear toxic malevolence.

They will line up and levee their stones of fire.
Swerve fast and don't give them what they desire!
Don't assemble your weapons but remain steadfast.
And I promise this problem will also come to pass.

Wise men told me people are equal beings, neither above or below.
For our gift is one to be shared but can never to be bestowed.
Don't mistake this transition for a personal battle of the mind.
For this struggle is not just for you but also for all of humankind.