I choose my past
I choose my SELF
I choose me
From this self I will no longer flee
Nor try someone else to be
I can now see..
how crazy its
to be anyone else but..me!
The flower doesn’t try to be a tree
A petunia can’t be a sweet pea
A fly can’t ever be a bee!
We can all agree..
That at some point..
We’ve all made a plea
To be anyone else but thee!
According to the man called PC
We all have the choice to be free
As loving as true love can be
Self love =point of entry
To this I shout out with GLEE!
Yippee!
If I choose to inhabit not inhibit all parts of me
I can become completely free.
To be the only me..
That I could possibly be!
To the mind architect
I say MERCI!
Ducit Amore 