I orbit around many bodies
And sometimes it feels like
I live out my life
In pleasing others
A beat here, then
A transfer of attention -
Only to find
I've neglected myself
For extended periods
Of time -
And now I feel
Left behind
But tuning in
To my own frequency
Requires time, requires space
Furthermore requires conviction
That the others can wait
And who am I
To claim that time
Is something I can use for me?
Who am I
To know that I
Would love to spend the time with me?
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