You Won't Get This

Track lighting

and a dusty ceiling

Small corner

of the Universe

spinning,

who am I 

to tell you what?

All the worlds &

all the moments

are here, but

I'm not sharing

cause 

it's not worthy

of my loves.

New Path

Looking back again,

We’ve turned around.

There are regrets,

Then there are none.

I don’t know what’s better.

I’ve nothing that I want,

I’m all that I have.

I sell myself for pennies 

on the dollar.

I’m worth a lot 

but refuse to believe it.  

I’m not selling myself short,

I’m selling myself wide.

To me, this is all very confusing

yet makes perfect sense.

If I said that I’m doing the best

that I can

it is a lie.  Don’t believe it.

I could always be improving.

I’m stuck in circles looping back 

on to itself.  Get me a new pattern.

I’m ready.