Poetically Incorrect
I worry constantly about my bank balance, and yet I sneer at those who feed their families by making change.
I eerily stare at the homeless, and spend countless hours decorating to ensure my feeling of homeliness.
I owe nothing, though I have it etched in my conscience that the world owes me more opportunity, more options, and more attention. I am gravely disappointed when my self conceived expectations are neglected.
I fail to see the plan, and then afterwards I assure myself that I did not plan to fail.
I listen to the comments that I wish to hear - the compliments, the one liners - with full attention. I over-talk or tune out utterances that bore me, or those that I feel are less pertinent to my current situation.
I wander when I feel the need. Occasionally, I hurt those who deeply love me.
I play the hypocrite, the devils advocate, and the yes man where I see fit.
I believe that I am original, and singular. But reality shows that most of my actions are non-linear.
I expect too much of myself, and those around me. I recognize that I must realize needed change - before changing my station.
Or maybe I need to simply adjust my settings.
All of this is possible as I am still the holder of my remote.
