I don’t have to go after anything at all.
This I’m told by my spirit who knows a few things
More than I do. It’s hard for me to understand
What is meant by the statement peculiar and grand
But some measure of psychic relief spirit brings
To my weaker self who has trouble standing tall.
Here I’m not sucking pity as I’ve done before
During moments of misalignment and disease.
I provide information and entertainment
Through my life. There’s not much in this world to prevent
Me from expressing myself the way that I please.
To the spirit who guides me, I am not a bore.
My clear path is unfolding right beneath my feet.
The universal evidence of where I am
Is for me to acknowledge. My own worthiness
Is not something to question though I’ve made a mess
Of my life. But I can say that I give a damn
About cleaning things up before my life’s complete.
The intent is established. I need not follow
Improper directions, nor should I ever face
Retribution in public. The hell that I live
Is the way that my sick self I learn to forgive.
Finally there is comfort in knowing my place
In this world, and it is a tough pill to swallow.