By Tony DeLorger © 2013
And who is here to change my mind,
to languish into my maudlin thoughts,
and all the pain that passed me by,
when true I should have yielded.
What good this course that brought me here,
to dissect, regret and if only pine,
when none can change this past right now,
its deeds, good, bad and done.
And who is here to lead me out,
from this bent on self-enlightenment,
to understand just what I chose,
and pick up the pieces when I'm broke'.
What good this introspection,
if it tires me to abject exhaustion,
and all I get in response to it,
is my muddied conclusions of morality.
And who is here to dictate to me,
the way I live my life,
my ideals of love and creative voice,
my sanity held on a thread.
What good this individuality,
if no-one gives a shit,
not cares for my beliefs or thoughts,
and in retrospect disrespects my gift.
And who is here to judge me,
my thoughts all mine alone,
and holding onto who I am,
is all that I can own.
What good are goods and shackles,
while a heart and soul eclipse,
the meaning of existence,
in a bag of fish and chips.
What best suits our soul, is often what questions our heart. The journey is always the gift.
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