when push comes to shove
when you're standing on the edge
where your legs begin to bend
where hate turns to love.
There's a gateway to your heart
It's called the human mind.
Through it all things must enter
In it all things are weighed.
The garbage can that is my mind.
And it trembles, oh so much
standing on that edge
receiving that gentle shove.
Its filth cannot understand
cannot grasp or withstand
the beauty placed before it.
"its the moment when push comes shove"
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