The Mexican waiter takes my order, and I consider the Spanish that I have neglected
but he is confused. Perhaps, because he was sweeping the floors earlier
and he has mixed-up his job with somebody else. The big waitress walks over
with hips the size of drumsticks and calls me “Amigo.”
I get my food, and realize
how few friends, I actually have.
Many busy people might say that I have an empty life
I spend most of my time thinking
about what I don’t want to do, who I don’t want to talk to.
Some, may consider me a coward
but if I take action
on their behalf
I am a fool.
Of course, there are different cultures
that don’t consider people like me
because they have different values
that render my decisions (Definition of Decision: to cut-off all options in favor of one)
but I don’t consider my opinion subjective
for one reason…
I can’t have it all.
There is no such thing as priorities. That renders the word meaningless
because it suggests that multiple choices can be Number 1.
There is only one priority
one best friend.
Understanding what we care about
and who we are about
is the only way to live with purpose.
So many people
are like the impulsive girl
with 20 tattoos
Each word and symbol
This might seem to make a woman complex
but more often than not
she has a Complex.
She goes through life
making one impulsive decision
based-on her feelings that change.
She is not complicated
All of her choices are superficial
never goes to her heart
It only discolors her skin.
When the meaning
gets into your blood,
that’s when a person changes.
It can only happen
with an incision
into the heart of who you are
and you have to choose
what goes inside
or somebody else will.
They will harvest your organs
and leave you truly empty inside.
I won’t give my guts to anybody
I digest what matters to me
and the rest
belongs to somebody else.