Though it's true that day to day
Each can offer no better than one's best attempt at success
Insight into personal growth suggests considering this thought:
Today's best may face the need to pass new tests ...
So rather than casting snap judgments, impatiently
Concerning that which loved ones have yet to achieve
May I suggest that each works, peaceably, at refocusing our minds—
In hopes of detecting that which may be in need of improvement, within
And if that suggestion 'speaks' to you as it does to me then—
A disillusioned friendship may develop a sense of mutual respect—
That nourishes two lonely hearts
If you've grown as tired of slaying demons as have I
Then let's stop burying our heads in the sand for this reason:
Burying heads in the sand
Doth not stop demons from biting
Burying heads in the sand
Frees demons to bite thee and me in the butt
And thus, though I be sick and tired
Of walking through hell
It's best to keep walking
Until my mind feels free of fires, burning deep within
I'm clearly tired
Of squeezing deeper truths out of the dark side of my mind
I'm clearly tired
Of feeling tricked by the dark side of life
My funny bone is in need of a hearty tickling
By the light side of life ...
And as my comment box is always hungry
Your suggestions are clearly welcome ...
Your friend,
Annie
Each can offer no better than one's best attempt at success
Insight into personal growth suggests considering this thought:
Today's best may face the need to pass new tests ...
So rather than casting snap judgments, impatiently
Concerning that which loved ones have yet to achieve
May I suggest that each works, peaceably, at refocusing our minds—
In hopes of detecting that which may be in need of improvement, within
And if that suggestion 'speaks' to you as it does to me then—
A disillusioned friendship may develop a sense of mutual respect—
That nourishes two lonely hearts
If you've grown as tired of slaying demons as have I
Then let's stop burying our heads in the sand for this reason:
Burying heads in the sand
Doth not stop demons from biting
Burying heads in the sand
Frees demons to bite thee and me in the butt
And thus, though I be sick and tired
Of walking through hell
It's best to keep walking
Until my mind feels free of fires, burning deep within
I'm clearly tired
Of squeezing deeper truths out of the dark side of my mind
I'm clearly tired
Of feeling tricked by the dark side of life
My funny bone is in need of a hearty tickling
By the light side of life ...
And as my comment box is always hungry
Your suggestions are clearly welcome ...
Your friend,
Annie
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