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#‎Day5_Humility‬

Am addictive
Am a disease to you
For I will cease you
So bad like the bad habits you keep committing
Thinking you are alone and self-righteous
But no! You are not alone
Am right there
Next to you when talking to your shadow
Yes right next to that piece of stone
That piece of cloth
That piece of habit you won't let go of
Right there pleading with you to listen
But my voice so small you hardly notice my disappointment
So small so soothing so comfy so much that you still disappoint me
Am only like a ring to you
That's right
The only thoughts of me are filled with confusion
Confusion from the things you never knew
Things that now you know
But since am a disease to you
You only want me gone
Disappear like a bad memory
But no! I am right here
Right next to this bad memory you lost
Yet you still want to pick it up

For you like your bad memory
You my friend, you are lost
Unable to find yourself
So who else should do it for you?
Yet am still here
Right next to you
Right next to this last piece of negativity
Right next to that old stocking you still reuse

Am that feeling when you satisfy someone else
But yourself feel all left alone
When they all seem to get their answers
All from you though yourself, you are lost!
Lost for you don't know why
Why it is that you are angry at yourself
For having no answers to your questions!
Why nobody is here for you
But am here
Right next to you
Right next to that load of ages you want to lift

Am not old, am young
Just like we used to tell ourselves
Whenever we wanted to get away with anything
Cried once in a while to make them buy into our selfishness,
But they still fell prey
Remember when we wanted that new movie
About that Potter boy! When it was new new!
I still recall how we made them buy it in a heartbeat
Those were the days we dreamt
Of things we wanted for us when we grew taller
Yes that's how we used to call being a grown up
Or big people!
I still think Big people sounded Huge!
Yes you were the dumb one
I still recall that one too
But remember I liked to try new things
Huge wasn't new to you!
Not huge!
I wanted us to travel the world in 80 dreams
And more!
Remember?
That's who I am
Am that younger self of you
That humble girl
That humble boy
That humble kid that only wanted the best
I want us to be humble once again

And dream, Once again
And live once again
Humility

©krv_030616

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