Saving Me From Myself

Saving Me From Myself

I pray for this, I pray for that

And wonder why I never get

Or haven’t got

The goals I set.

Suddenly in one great burst

One leap,

Gone is the thirst

And I feel cheap,

See the task before my eyes –

It’s just to bask, not analyze.

 

I’m getting everything I need,

The rest irrelevant indeed,

And full of greed and ignorance,

Requests of inborn arrogance,

Destructive if un-timed.

 

Instead I should be thanking It

For waiting until I’ve been primed

For It, and saving me

From everything

Unscheduled my self.

Saving Me From Myself 5.14.2000 Pure Nakedness; To The Child Mystic; Arlene Corwin

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