Not There YetI can feel it in my soul of being, That there is a certain way of seeing, I’m not there yet, but I’ll know when I am, To honestly evaluate if I’m a good friend, With who I am, & with others, A masquerade that a disguise covers, I could test the waters so to speak, Sure, the best view is at the peak, The highest way of returning so low, A natural process that life just flows, I’m grateful for the areas I’ve improved, The ways my improvement has moved, Priority of progress, or stay where I am, The area of focus is what I write with a pen. |
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