The only one to make you better?
I’m sorry but it’s you.
Saying that something, or someone
is what makes you a better person
that ain’t right.
You can’t put that on people,
especially those you love.
Addiction is a gentle knife, often dull
and shaped rather like a spoon,
it enters without consent
and slowly starts digging.
Scooping out the pieces
you’d rather soon forget,
digging through the rind
that makes you human.
And for what, pleasure?
But whoever said life should be a pleasure?
I mean yes, life should be pleasurable,
but not all the time.
That would be ludicrous.
I’d go as far to say that pleasure causes
complacency, and complacency causes
a false sense of security
we are often unaware of and then it’s too late.
Perhaps, it should be a struggle.
Perhaps, life is, and should be hard.
That being said
let’s cut out the middle man—perhaps—
and come to terms that, life is hard.
But don’t worry,
I’m not going to give you the Jesus treatment.
That He—and it’s always a he—won’t give you
anything you can’t handle, because
there are many things, alone, that one can not handle.
That’s why we ask for help.
That’s why we phone a friend.
That’s why we open ourselves up
to people we don’t know.
Sometimes, even people we don’t like.
Some will learn these lessons
while others simply won’t.
We’re all a bit jaded, yet we can still smile.
We’re all racing the clock, yet still find time to waste.
We’re all so fine and dandy, with heads so full of doubt.
Isn’t it a trip how when we find that someone
who makes us feel whole, who makes us feel safe
that looking deep into their eyes,
what we see’s our own reflection.
And if we try hard enough, working at ourselves
day after day, after month, after year
we aren’t so much invested in ourselves as we think
but rather our investment lies within those eyes
that believed in us, long before we ever did.
By living for ourselves, we live for the well-being of other’s.
You probably won’t recognize it when it’s happening,
but it’s happening. It’s happening all the time.
That someone may even recognize your efforts,
and when they do, you’ll thank them.
And maybe you’ll start seeing You,
the way they did and always have.
Maybe you’ll start seeing them,
like they’ve never seen themselves.
Maybe I sound like a fizzling balloon of hot air, but
that really doesn’t matter, since I’m talking to myself.
And if I’m doing any sort of good, I’m talking at least a little bit