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You Versus You

Self Awareness

You may have this recurring nightmare that there’s some
Force that’s holding you down and you cannot break free
From this thing. It’s a nightmare. It’s holding you back
From what you want. You may feel a deep sense of lack
About life yet there isn’t a reason to be
Up in arms because no one is beating your drum.

There are two fundamental attitudes toward
Life and its sorrows. There are those who want to blame
The world and there are those who ask what they can do
Differently. They have a more positive view
Of the world. The solution is their only aim.
You can make life easy or you can make it hard.

That thing that’s holding you back is you. Be aware
Of the feeling of your lack and powerlessness.
It may feel much more satisfying for you to
Blame others for all the things happening to you.
There’s no one else in this world you need to impress
Besides yourself. Do give yourself the best of care.

It’s always been You Versus You. You’re competing
With what you’re capable of – not with somebody
Outside of you. Give yourself permission to own
Where you are here and now. Also let it be known
To the universe how you want your life to be.
Rid yourself of feelings that are self-defeating.

When You Are Old

Prepare For What Is Coming

When you are old and grey and you are full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, kindly take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the ultra-softness
Of the look your eyes once had. You are an actress
In the way you’ve forsaken me. One day you’ll look
With your eyes of deep shadows and bitterly weep.

How many loved your moments of glad grace? And how
Many knew but your beauty with love false or true?
Yet one true lover loved the pilgrim soul in you.
Loving you was the only thing that I could do.
Several times rejected, I can’t feel but blue.
Will my heartache and sorrow be etched in your brow?

As this is addressed to you from my open heart
Which cherishes the sorrows of your changing face
And of your bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur a little sadly that love was not ours.
Memories of how things might have been you’ll embrace
With a bittersweet conscience. I’ll not be a part.

How love fled paced upon the mountains overhead
And sadly hid his face among a crowd of stars
Desperately hoping that my lover will see
That the best thing in her life could well have been me.
Present tense is the storage place of our memoirs.
You may know in your heart every tear that I’ve shed.