Luck With Self

I've become aware
of how I respond to the world

Realizing that every excursion into the past
is convoluted by self-deception

I have an opportunity to grow,
but only if I can get comfortable with emptiness

Life itself is at the helm,
and i am merely at its mercy

    will not help me grow bigger;
    sex means nothing without trust

    will not help me separate my identity
    from what I do for work

I risk personal health in the name of arrogance
I own up to impatience
I want something to happen