…I never saw myself the way other people saw me…
No matter how little I had, I always felt I was worthy…
Until they didn’t – and left,
And I felt worthless, alone
A cycle of getting recycled,
Repeated, 3-Peated
… Did it to myself,
Wanted to be loved for my worst qualities…
… and as the dust settles in hindsight,
How clear things become after the years…
Maturity, after all,
Being a more accurate perspective
That’s all – rivers and rapids…
We are often innacurate
… Blind for long journeys
Because we just don’t beleive…
…The world isn’t how we assume;
Different versions of the same program run on different OS’s…
… Your OS is superior in some ways,
Cripplingly behind in others
… But our updates always come in their time… don’t they…
As experience and distance grant – fate
… Oh how it helps,
Immensely; soul redeemingly
… Because when you learn how the game works,
You actually wannna play it – you actually can: well too…
… for, what else is there to do /
Feeling sorry for yourself gets old, hikikomori, puer…
… Butthurt because the world doesn’t see you like you see you…
Well… that’s actually your very problem…
… You need the eyes of the world…
Not the other way around…
… So you learn to grow up, late… like a lot…
Learn that dad shit
The stuff you’ll teach the kids,
The stuff you preserve like fire…
The positivity,
The optimism, the strength….
The confidence,
The acceptance
… Your power,
… Your weakspots
…no regrets… no grudges
… no time for either…
… And finally, the pursuit of your goddamn motherfucking potential,
(Yes, it really was always there)… you crazy, brave, long suffering bastard…
… Not giving a shit about the mundance
Working hard, otherworldly… always, all ways
Experiencing delight…
Having fun plans
A willingness to adjust to your dreams…
And to follow them like you’re brand new at 33…
… You’re finding the truth,
And it’s setting you free…
We need our anxieties…
Our pains faced make us see….
This is the journey,
… And things do happen…
For humans… like Wolves,
Also rise and fall