Stop it, she said.
And telling me what I should and shouldn’t do.
I’m not listening.
-You can’t avoid me.
But I want to.
You tire me.
Not always, but most of the time.
With your ways and words.
With your being in my head.
-I’m here to give you perspective.
It’s more like an echo bouncing back and forth with those ‘would, could, should’s.
Nothing new or inspiring.
-What do you want to be inspired about?
Not a bucket list!
-And how would you do that?
I see things in my head as on the material plane, but still out from this world.
That there’s beyond the prescribed recipe.
-You can dream then. Daydream even.
Maybe, maybe not.
Dreams do help, but I wake up.
And that’s when the magic’s gone.
You take the stage.
-My sole purpose is to act on that stage.
To get you thinking.
Don’t you want to give a break?
I want you to!
-I am whatever you believe in.
If you’re afraid, I am fear.
If you’re happy, I am joy.
If you’re angry, I am rage.
If you’re sad, I am sorrow.
I believe in me.
-Then I am you.