I look at you and I point my own finger. It sure can’t be me, inuendoes they linger.
It is not them, I was told coming in, from what I can see that’s a hard thing to win.
Total self and my ego fight to keep my soul frightened, working so hard, steer me far from enlightened.
Accepting the things that I cannot change, drawn to others, to try and arrange.
Looking inside to work out right from wrong, so much self doubt, feelings come at me strong.
Amending the harms I’ve caused unto you, justifying, perhaps, you played a role too.
Praying to get outside of my mind everyday, looking to others asking God for the way.
People are human, flawed yet can thrive, to go and help some of us and others, survive.
The wisdom and courage to change the stage show, the director I give to the power I know.
Self seeking and fear that infinite thread would drag me along until I am dead.
So I trust in the process that has helped all of you, who understand, work hard and believe