To make silver gleam again;
To wax a car;
To paint finger nails.
Polishing oneself
Is to make anew,
To fold the old clothes
And buy new ones;
To break bad habits
Or create coping scenarios
For chaotic moments.
To polish oneself
Is the goal of all
Humans with a
Strive towards perfection,
An eagerness to merge ahead,
A yearning for control.
To polish oneself,
One must let go of the
Old self
As hard and improbable
As that is currently,
The possibilities it could open
Are endless.
Making oneself better than before
Is what everyone does
In many different ways.
There are many things one can do
To "become better" than before;
But really,
Was before that bad?
No.
Of course not.
It's just that there is
One thing that is inevitable:
Change.
Though no one wants
To believe that one has changed,
This is unstoppable.
It happens in nature constantly
And it so happens that
We are a part of nature.
Though being God does sound divine,
That is quite impossible.
I don't even believe in God.
Not anymore.
I'm through with
Hoping and praying
And trying to change
my feelings,
My thoughts,
For it will naturally occur
Without force.
For now,
I step aside
And put my thumb out
To see my life from the outside.
I'll hitchhike my way
Through each passing moment;
Contemplating and studying
Each moment,
Soaking in each tear,
And evaluating each emotion.
This sadness is
Inevitable.
This loneliness is
Natural.
Everyone feels lonely;
Everyone wants security:
Everyone wants to polish themselves.
Everyone is the same.
I hate this boring life.
No wonder why I have
Nothing to say anymore.
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