seems like it's today again.

i'm worried about what comes tomorrow
but today isn't even through.

we're all caught up in the "now will be tomorrow's yesterday,"
asking "when?" over and over again, you know?

it feels odd that it's never really been "tomorrow" or "yesterday,"
because no moment has ever not been "now"

but my mind's chasing its tail again. . . .

it's better to just get on with my "now,"
'cause thinking's the problem, really,
it's always been.

Close your eyes and conjure a calm breeze within your mind
Feel it's soft warmth on your cheek, and fingers softly sifting through your hair
And now the grass between your toes on the cool damp ground

Know that you are nowhere
Out of sight
Out of grasp

There is always pain
And
   every
    single
     person
on this brown Earth has known it

But when I find the nowhere in my mind, I know

That all must pass with time

most of what i do is just a distraction from the apparent reality that there's no good reason to be doing it.

I feel as if I'm in a straight jacket

Squirming on the linoleum floor

And all I can see are those white walls

Flickering in the florescent. . .

****

**** the cruelty of a world made up of rows of white walls

And all you paper people

Typing as you decay

I will be better

I will

Go

Beyond

You

The man lays in the gutter
Street splattered with blood

Hundreds of scrambling feet
Run to pick up his crown

words unspoken
speak the loudest

I did not know
or refused to know

the difference between improving the parts of myself
that could grow into things great and full
and help me grow into something more myself
grow closer to me

and changing parts of myself
because I felt hatred for them
though they were me

The desire to improve oneself often grows from self-hatred
and can only be cured by acceptance and love

yet
self-acceptance does not equal stagnation