Cliché

“live in the moment” , but the moment is so quick that if I live in the moment of a butterfly’s effect one blink and I could affect one that could have died or maybe reverse tears I might have cried.

I never understood the “Live like there is no tomorrow” when tomorrow never comes just a bunch of today’s lathered in consequence of the choices we made yesterday.

“Stop acting like life is a Rehearsal” Ok, but for me you see, I rehears everyday if not I would stutter and stop. My words would never come so in an effort not to look dumb I rehears in the mirror and I rehears to the one’s that say they love me but still judge me and I rehearse most importantly before I’m seen by the eyes of my son, because even though beauty is in the eyes of the beholder when there is no father you are given the opportunity to show something bolder and something stronger but will be looked down upon because of sayings like “mother’s kill sons” So our worth is only in how we present our daughters.

“You reap what you sow” truer words that when spoke spits like daggers because it always seems to be coming out more of our enemy’s throat. Yet was not first spoken that way, If you can decipher flow and follow the trace it was said “let a man sow good seeds, don’t choke upon weeds, though some would laugh and say that’s the only way to induce the high you have to get to the point were you feel like your going to die, like your drowning, or about to step off the edge, like you hit rock bottom, broken, damaged, in order to be made whole again.

“There is no shame in starting over” unless your older then people look at you like your should no better. lost in the sauce, tripping over the eight ball you were told your behind, falling out of line slowly losing the blueprint made years ago, nothing to show for years you’ve spent. so what now cliché you act just like your mother, you’re disappoint like your father, God forbid you end up like your brother, cant help you like your sister, uncle, or your jailbird cousin. The Judgment

Life is a Robert Frost poem nipping at your nose, a muster seed that sprouts and grows. It’s the little moments that matter, Its the tears over nothing, the dance like no one’s looking, the risk it all for love. Its the try to teach an old dog new tricks because its fun and damn if their not worth it, its the laughing so you don’t cry. The two bottle you drink with a bestie over facetime. Life…. The biggest cliché some may never get at all.