Why,
My friend, do you stare -
Stare at your own reflection?
It’s going nowhere -
Not as long as you aren’t.
Are you waiting for change?
It won’t happen here.
You have to walk away,
And then return at a later time.
That which happens between
your leave and return—
Now that’s
When the possibilities happen;
That’s when you’ll see change.
Be a monarch.
Take wing;
Paint with your warm colors.
Make these dusty canvas skies
Your art.
Now,
It’s time.
Stop talking to yourself
And step away from the mirror already.
Do.
Be
Something.
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Author:
Creatistically Inclined (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I’m on the toilet ?!
Hopefully you aren’t having dialog with a mirror at the same time;)
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