I wish I was a poet
a writer
a musician
a lover

But I can't get over
my own avon
it brings me down
and then under

It wasn't mine!
It's not really true!
That's not what happened!
I plan and plan for ways to say:
that's coming from "There" and you!

I also have seen
in other things
how if you can see it
then you are more lost than me!

Like a boy crying in the open square
like the watchmen
who tells the people
who have already heard of 'the scare'

Things progress
and then I see
why isn't there anyone else to believe?

Or do they?
Is more perfection what I need?
Am I ready?

Nothing to lose
and only love to win
I never claim the treasure piece

For I know
through my own heart being left
alone
what humility
and the eternal Spirit brings

Losing my rights
it is a relief!
because then I can love more
and have that be me!

I let go
and I reform
I gather myself
and there is only victory at the door

The door has been prepared
and it is nearly all set

Even my heroic types
had their everything
nearly
said

I can win!
It is actually coming true!

I knew I was never that enmity
that I was put through

I don't walk in 'ifs'
it's a secret
it's called being new