a poem

I have to learn to trust myself
when everything seems lost
I have to learn that selling out
is never worth the cost

I have to learn that being right
is meaningless and vain
I have to learn that nights of love
are worth the days of pain

I have to learn that other people
count as much as me
I have to learn restrictions
are the price of being free

I have to learn to fail with grace
and not to blame the rest
and learn to fight the lethargy
and always give my best

I have to learn that life is light
and death is always near
I have to learn to use my time
before I disappear

RC 15-11-25