Ode To Self

I WANT TO BE THAT GUY

Who?

The dude over there.

Where?

“Grinning … in My mirror.  Wearing … My new shoes.  Eating … My breakfast oats.”

Silly Bastard.

USED TO BE THAT GUY

Remember … From Way, Way Back?

Wasn’t it dandy?

“When everything ticked-tocked so effortlessly.”

What I remember …

AM I ENVYING OLD SELF?

Or Is It Another Relapse In Denial Of True Self?

Crushing in vain … the weight of vanity suffocating Ego.

Time for a deeper dive.

”What is it I love about my former Self?”

A couple things … more of Like a Little than Love a Lot.

And, what is it I don’t I love?

Sepa la bola … I don’t know.

Maybe all of it.

GOOD

Now.

As I am.

Believing in This Incarnation of Self.

The way it is today.

“Content with the Consolation of Solace And Truth.”

It ain’t half bad.

Feel like … Cool Cat, Cool.

BETTER TO BE ISH, ISHY …

Than Not At All.

I’m almost not quite there.

Few wrong forks, or none at all.

Indecisions aren’t always good decisions.

Perhaps, there’s something to procrastination.

I just don’t want find out.

The fear of not doing.

Is it simply worry, or a real phobia?

ODE TO SELF

You’re Still The One I’m Looking For, Brother.

Wherever you’re hiding.

Only You.

Being Faithful to Self.

Is where I am.

 

 

 

 

 

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