I WANT TO BE THAT GUY
The dude over there.
“Grinning … in My mirror. Wearing … My new shoes. Eating … My breakfast oats.”
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.
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.
Being Faithful to Self.
Is where I am.