I rose, and thought,
Today I will be handsome;
But nature has
Its own ideas, it seems –
My patience and
My fortitude – in question –
And most my life lived on
The edge of dreams
I reach out to you, now,
And ask a question:
(Technology, the means
Of my request)
Is there a better way
Than “self-improvement”?
I’m looking for
Whatever works the best —
For many who I read
Have lots of answers:
And my uncertainties
Have some renown
And, struggling now with patience
And self-image,
I reach out to
Whomever is around
For all of us have problems; we’re the same —
We all are interlaced with love
and shame
