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