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Sunday Morning - 3am
Is this the day of my transformation? Maybe if I say it out loud...
I woke up in the middle of the night
Once again things didn't seem right
Surrounding me, the darkness grew cold
I heard myself whisper, "You're getting old"
The same old, tired, worn-out refrain
Where you're so stuck you wanna change your name
Change your mind - stop the dread
End the spirals through the same old head
Something in the darkness flickers true
But you're held captive in the same old you.
"How could I let this go on so long?"
I watch life happen through the same old song
On repeat for years on end
Thinking one day I can be my own friend
But thinking gets me nowhere fast
It's action that will make it last
Is it fear? Lack of discipline?
I've brainstormed it over and over again
Wise mind tells me what I need to hear
But emotionally there's familiar fear
I can write 'til my hands turn blue
But words alone won't make it true
A game plan to follow, not to complicate
Need to keep it simple for it's far too late
Wasted time and energy
Is it a waste if now I see?
This deja vu - been here before
And now I see the same old door
I get close, then run away
Back to safety - back to play
Back to no accomplishment
I don't go far in this cement
So now I can go back to sleep
Dream of promises I won't keep
When I wake up I'll move ahead
If I can just get out of bed
I'll fret and stew and think some more
While looking at that same old door
Maybe this time with intention
I'll become my intervention
Good night. Sweet dreams๐
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Sunday Morning - 3am
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