Another year comes to a close
We've gone in circles, trying to follow our nose
So many lies and confusion, overexposed
Everyone's on the back foot, or throwing stones
But what's left in the end. I miss being stoned
20/12/21 ~ ZFP
The book is judged by its cover
As one comes across as clever
A doctor is judged by his stethoscope
As his words are signs of hope
A smoker is judged by his breath of smoke
As cigarettes make some people choke
A joker is judged by his jokes
Because of those smiles he provoke
One expert claims to know one
After one meet up on day one
The many are remembered on Earth
Yet the few are remembered at Death
An inmate is judged by his past
As from danger, the innocent runs fast
A doctor is judged by his medicines
As he is here to save our skin
Nevertheless, the senses are numb
What if the stories are pure fun?
What if the joker has the blues?
What if the doctor is on the news?
The mind has no knowledge nor wisdom
As no human rule this Kingdom
This is not a race for the Good
But is a place where all virtues are understood
No soul should be looked down upon
Neither should he be on the back foot
Otherwise, by the break of dawn
Your day will end by getting the boot
Ensure that when you walk away
You don't rush into someone new
Just because you are fearful
Of your own company
If you are not at the point
Of loving yourself or
Of being comfortable on your own
How do you expect to be receptive
To new experiences?
You can never share yourself
Completely
If you don't love yourself completely
Don't expect someone else to love all of you
When you carry self doubt and indecision
About yourself within you
Self doubt and loathing
Will be part of your new relationship
Don't start on the back foot
You deserve better
So does your new partner
Clear your head
Heal your heart
Don't go in broken
No one can heal your lack of love for yourself
That is an inside job
©111020151602
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