NO MORE!
Humbled.
Tired.
Woke up to the same damn words,
The same tune that has been on for years.
The same old thing.
Making it all about here and now.
Never striving for a bigger picture.
And with all that is in me,
I reject that spirit of old.
I scream, NO MORE!
Unlike last year
With the spring in my feet
I feel a sobberness descend
A firmness and solidness
A no-nonesense stance.
That screams NO MORE!!
I am humbled.
Grateful, more so.
But today, I climb on all things old
And use them as a stairway for the new.
No holds. No ties.
I break from the subtlety of settling for less.
I scream no more!!!
It is either his way or his way.
A new work has started.
I feel it in my bones,
The responsibility of it all.
I'm guessing this is what a cloak feels like
Damn heavy if you ask me.
But assuringly significant.
Defining.
Giving identities.
Happy Birthday to me.
I have left Trash for LAWMA.
I can't be stained.
The cycle is complete!
Cheers!
Tired.
Woke up to the same damn words,
The same tune that has been on for years.
The same old thing.
Making it all about here and now.
Never striving for a bigger picture.
And with all that is in me,
I reject that spirit of old.
I scream, NO MORE!
Unlike last year
With the spring in my feet
I feel a sobberness descend
A firmness and solidness
A no-nonesense stance.
That screams NO MORE!!
I am humbled.
Grateful, more so.
But today, I climb on all things old
And use them as a stairway for the new.
No holds. No ties.
I break from the subtlety of settling for less.
I scream no more!!!
It is either his way or his way.
A new work has started.
I feel it in my bones,
The responsibility of it all.
I'm guessing this is what a cloak feels like
Damn heavy if you ask me.
But assuringly significant.
Defining.
Giving identities.
Happy Birthday to me.
I have left Trash for LAWMA.
I can't be stained.
The cycle is complete!
Cheers!
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