Walking alongside a beautiful blue ocean,
I worry only about the things that don’t matter, and eventually realize I’m repeating myself.
On days a lukewarm breeze blows… yesterday,
Looks so terribly bright…
Shining so sadly… but,
What do I have to do in order to begin loving myself…?
If I could love myself more and more…
I might encounter a morning I’ve yet to see… a song I’ve yet to hear…
And a “me” I’ve never met before.
Lining up words that make me feel better,
I tell myself it’s okay to move too fast, as long as it gets me going.
Feelings, unannounced,
Flood my heart,
And have come this close to bearing down upon me… but,
The person I want to become and the person I can be are never the same;
“The person I couldn’t become”: That’s exactly who I am.
You reach out your hand and hold me; I’m simply living,
Feeling the far off sky.
“The whole world is looking after me”, I sometimes think, alone… but,
“The whole world has forsaken me”, is what I sometimes feel.
What do I have to do in order to begin loving myself…?
If I could love myself more and more…
I might encounter a morning I’ve yet to see… a song I’ve yet to hear…
And a “me” I’ve never met before.
Someday… just a little further… just a little further…