To know the truth and speak it well
to know when not and when to tell.
To hold my tongue when angers strike
and never tell a truth in spite.
To talk of only simple things
wonders of weather, smells of spring.
To never put my feelings down
when others feelings are abound.
To know myself and think of me
as someone who was meant to be.
In no way different than the rest
as bad as the worst; as good as the best.
And when life crashes down on me
to try my damndest to be free
of all the hang-ups, all the woes
to say “that’s just the way it goes.”
The person that I strive to be
is somewhere deep inside of me.
The shell of me, portrays the mold
the best of me has not been told.