There comes a point in time
When you muster the courage for the review
You look at them inside out
The flash cards of the lifeathon
The near out of breathe you’ve sometimes experienced
The long and wide distances you’ve covered
The impulsive, compulsive & obsessive thoughts and actions
The numerous and sometimes weird people who took you oh for so granted
The ceaseless times you doubted, loathed and devalued your own self
The frustration, exasperation and near extinction
The very tricky race…
Ah: Who were you running away from?
What were you running away from?
You’re near a decade to half a century old
And there seems to be no one else following you but you
Ain’t it real time to look at those flash cards again?
To stop piling new ones onto what seems like a trash hip?
Oh how I wish this could be a fairy tale
The likes I dreamt of reading Cinderella and Snow White
Couldn’t there be a life school with a kindergarden section?
One you really went to before formal school?
Well, am counting my blessing and seizing every chance
I REALLY CAN’T KEEP RUNNING AWAY FROM ME
Several dawns have come by since my 3 decades and a half
I guess now is time for that spiritual retreat
When it was first offered I scorned
Oh how I thank you Lord for my source of unconditional love
3 days of just me and YOU in all intimacy
To hell ever running away from … again