Some are made to scale great heights,
some are made for grandeur.
Yet I have found a simpler place—
a life akin to manure.
Let others steal their place in the limelight,
only to come away burned.
A spotlight is too harsh for me,
though I’ve sought it many times.
Some can thrive in that bright light;
I thought that I could bear it.
Its heat and pressure is unpleasant;
I’m blinded by its brilliance.
My place is in the earth,
not upon the stage.
I wasn’t made to reach the stars,
or be the best there ever was.
I was made for simpler things—
a humble life, like humus.
I am a humus-man,
I am not a company—
I will not market myself,
nor charge a fee.
I’m not a brand,
but just a man.
I’m casting off the social medias,
the pressures to be relevant,
I’m finding freedom within the earth,
hidden peace shrouded in the dirt.
I do not matter—
not in the ways of this modern place.
I am matter—
hoping to nourish you with a humble grace.