All I ever wanted in this life was to be loved,I didn't achieve it,yet/ see I was looking for love in all the wrong places/ under ever unturned stone, concrete, asphalt,street,blocks cinder block,even behind sheetrock, staring at clocks, wristwatch,tic tok,
Why does it make that sound anyway? Mesmerizing,hypnotizing, confusen got my head knocking,why remind that life last only so long, my search goes on.
Like Dorthy trapped in OZ Revelation brought clarity that I was looking wrong,when I possessed the ability to be loved all along.
Outside sources made me feeling unimportant,still I was weeding,and sourcing, and running courses like athletes and race horses for a trophies to feel important like I needed others to acknowledge my importance.
I was exporting love hoping it wld be imported but not so.
Had me feeling like Castro when the U.S put embargoes on Cuba, exiled like Assata Shakur,I was unassured, afraid to love not knowing what would follow,I became hollow untill I found that in order to know true love I would have to delve deeper into myself than the food I swallow,
Now the road to self love in the only path I follow.
SELF LOVE, SELF ACCEPTANCE, SELF MASTERY.
VAGA!
© Vaga Pesoj