When seen from a different slant
it is not a matter of can't
At times i wont let myself collect myself
and do what needs be done
In fight or flight the timing must be right
lest i let the test get the best of me
and run crying into the black night
Though i know this is not the right response
sometimes i am caught by my shirttail
as i hop the fence of opportunity,
in a panic tearing at the fabric,
leaving cover and comfort behind
It strange how blind we can be
for what in others we see
we often don't recognize in ourselves...
(11-28-10)
it is not a matter of can't
At times i wont let myself collect myself
and do what needs be done
In fight or flight the timing must be right
lest i let the test get the best of me
and run crying into the black night
Though i know this is not the right response
sometimes i am caught by my shirttail
as i hop the fence of opportunity,
in a panic tearing at the fabric,
leaving cover and comfort behind
It strange how blind we can be
for what in others we see
we often don't recognize in ourselves...
(11-28-10)
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