Take From Me, Life

One last one.

To see if I can get more real. I’ve been trying and pushing. I guess you could say that pushing doesn’t work. I know, I know I’ve learned this lesson before. Maybe over and over and over and over. Yes, it feels like over and over and over.

I should know pushing doesn’t work by now, but somehow I keep doing it.

Yeah, that’s right. I keep going on! Even though I don’t have a reason to go on. Have I been defeated? Some would say yes. Most might say yes. Have I been defeated? Well I’m up on my feat - so no.

Sooner or later I will move on from this. I’ll take my time to really taste this, because sooner or later I’ll move on from it. May as well take my time to taste it because sooner or later it’ll be gone. May as well take some time, because it will fade away in time. May as well give it some time, because sooner or later it will be eaten up by time.

Where do I go from here, when my voice is broken? I know you hear it in me, because I hear it my voice, even when it’s unspoken.

I know you don’t have to mollycoddle me, I know what success and failure is. I will sit quite happily in the descending patterns if I have to. I celebrate that I won’t go on like this. I mean I celebrate that I’m being transformed.

Take from me, Life, take from me, all that doesn’t fit with the new life.