God help me if life ever punished me for all the mistakes
I’ve ever made,
That pile of crap that I pack in the back of the closet
where nobody can see,
You’re not supposed to get crucified every little wrong
turn, twisted thought
Erratic or erotic act, life is supposed to be a journey from
which we learn,
A kind of adventure game where we guess the riddle and move
on,
Unscathed by any permanent injury or injustice or sense of
shame,
Just a matter of finding out who we are in this crazy mixed
up world
Where nobody knows who they are and we bump into each other
Always asking: do I know you? Do you know who I am?
Can you ever guess what my purpose is and if so, can you
help me get there?
I guess we’re all in the same boat, each with a tea spoon to
keep it from sinking,
Each of us needing all the other tea spoons to bail us out
of this mess called life.
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