If I took one step forward, then I’m approaching my future.
It’s just moving that damn other foot to follow suit. I got a lot of
distractions and reactions from my past. That’s where most of my experience has
taken root. I’ve advanced in age in the ways of a Sage, and I’ve set my own
stage to boot. Nowhere near my last Act; still don’t know how to act.
I’ve
added my cents and divided my sense, so there’s not much left to do but
subtract.
Subtract the fears of progressions.
Subtract the tears of regression.
Subtract the years of distrust, hate, and anger I’ve held waiting for a timely
confession.
How many times will I allow the sands of opportunity to slide
through my fingers like the softest silk? I’ve rather relish the sweet caress
of success than be that fearful bird hesitant to leave the nest. I’ve made up
my mind to approach life in stride; confidently strapping on my boots. Put my
right in front of my left and took the first step. It’s just moving that damn
other foot to follow suit.
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