Sunday, August 24, 2014

Beautiful Mess

beautiful, messy human being
life’s not what it seems
you climbed down from the trees
you grew, developed conscience

but there is no rhyme or reason
you are made of star stuff
the product of a hundred billion chances
beautiful, messy human being

the pressure you feel is imaginary
you can be what you want to be
the only one holding you back is you
the only one pushing you forward is you

in the theater of the universe
in the play of organic life
in the act that is humanity
you will sparkle only for a moment

let it go
live it
let it go
enjoy it
you’ve got this
you beautiful, messy woman

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