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.