I am ready to try
ready to get rid of my grudges
ignore them enough to make habit
of my true light through this fog
that, at this point, will not go away

(This thought you have is not original)

But it is my mantra;
Words I wish so hard to believe in
knowing the urban conclave of my wanderlust
is a cold stone neutralizer of creativity…
…true, earthly creativity
…pure, natural creativity

(This is a world that does not exist)

But, for me,
thinking and believing it does
is enough to motivate me to
strive for redemption

The angle at which I look at a thought
is what determines if that thought actually exists

(But you know this already)

And I am ready to try

(But you have declared that before)

And I am ready to try…
…look where I am
…the ideas I have
are
real

I do not deserve any of this that I have
but I am damn grateful enough to know
that there is no ultimate success
no final goal-based purpose -

(Moving forward, always)

- that there are only attempts and results
and I am grateful enough, also,
to at least
keep trying

af

(written with pen on paper)