Nothing can feel much better than helplessness gone
With regard to decisions and looking ahead
To whatever awaits. I’ve no reason to fear.
I’ll add to the unknown all that which I hold dear.
Ideation of failure and ultimate dread
Have no place in my outlook. I see a new dawn.

I can speak about difficult issues with ease
And without shame or guilt with the ones that I know.
Feeling light is delightful. The jump is not far
From the unfulfilled soul to the shining rock star.
For this world I create what I’m destined to show
With the ego not having the urge to appease.

At the mercy of others is no place to be
For the free ranging spirit who must carry on
Despite obstacles, issues, and urges to quit.
Perception of rejection I shall not permit.
The conclusion of wellness for me is foregone.
Form acceptance from others I set myself free.

The appropriate Springboard for getting across
The steep chasms life offers is to one’s own taste.
The more force of potential, the more height is gained
And my rate of production cannot be constrained.
Nowhere in this reality am I misplaced.
When I do sense rejection I suffer no loss.

Mental giantism is a bold show of strength
Of the light modulated, by thought at its best,
That shines forth from within. And without feeling shy
There is one Clear Objective that I must live by.
Superheroes are not judged by how they are dressed
But the frequency of their light or its wavelength.

I respect public image. To work, is my cause,
For the people inhabiting this planet earth.
All that which I’ve been given I must find a way
To return more than onefold. To try, as I may,
Is to live for the chance to account for my birth.
Is there something wrong with me if I crave applause?

Concentrating and focusing are my best tools.
As an investigator in mystery land
Filled with horror and wonder; dullness and surprise,
It is my job to witness and to journalize.
But there are many things that I can’t understand
That most do and most clearly. I don’t call them fools.

If how well I communicate is of concern
To myself or to others, then what can be done
Is to sit back and listen more with no response.
I may then capture essence and every nuance
Of objective reality and how it’s spun.
The more I come to know, the much more I must learn.

Reconnecting the dots is a chore done within
Where they often become largely in disarray
And disjointed from structure that didn’t hold strong.
My beliefs go through changes. There’s no right or wrong.
But what’s left are the loose ends I’d hoped wouldn’t fray.
To not try to retie them would be mortal sin.

I absorb information and articulate
With a passion persuasive. But I need a break
From the mind who may think that it is part of me.
It remains but a concept most arguably.
What I have is a consciousness strangely awake
In a world thick and heavy in physical weight.

Socializing is fruitful as is time alone.
Within every half cycle, a moment of rest
Must proceed crossing over into the next phase
Of the journey repeated. Repeated delays
Are not part of the process. This is for the best.
Restoration is healthy as studies have shown.

In no part of a sudden can all be made well.
Some things take quit a long time to work themselves out.
I’m delighted to spend all of it flying high.
Things that I can take care of at least I will try.
Life is not about pity and useless self-doubt.
Though this is known already, still I like to tell.

That last check was a blessing. It came just in time
That I fell not behind on a few of my bills.
Though I’m not destitute nor merely getting by
Money is something wanted. My wishes don’t lie.
In a world most ideal I would live by my skills
Involving forming words into verses that rhyme.

Could I be a small business and then get that loan?
My small pales within bigness of smallness within
Every human’s desire to hold fate by the hand.
Happily ever after, the walk would be grand.
What I know is of substance. From there I begin
The progression toward stimulus yet not alone.

Independence becomes more a sign of success
On the road of succession to putting out more
For enjoyment of selfhood in these twilight years.
Some things move me enough that I wipe away tears.
Tender moments are ones that no one can ignore.
Stimulation must mean the removal of stress.

I and all are invited to take what we can
Of what we may have coming. May it serve us well.
We deserve what we’re offered. It makes or it breaks
Generation of solace for everyone’s sakes.
Any notion of need may our pure hearts dispel.
Take your share of abundance. It is nature’s plan.