With no conscious intention the things I attract
Disengage my self-confidence. Then I feel gloom.
Lord knows I’m not a doctor nor do I cast spells.
I have given up buying what everyone sells
As advice to deliver me from certain doom.
I receive what I don’t want. This is the hard fact.
I can’t help but feel grumpy when I play along,
As I have done forever and part of a day,
With the self-contained drama by author well known.
Does the issue resolve as I linger alone
With the things that don’t suit me and cause me dismay?
All I know is that I’m doing this thing all wrong.
And indeed there’s a right way. How oft’ I forget
That each is as a snowflake. No two are the same.
Failure is in complaining. This lesson I learn
As often as I need to. What is of concern
Is how my way evolves as I deal with self-blame.
I’ll attract and make use of what seems like a threat.