Change of Pace…Just Some Thougts
Everybody gets to read your obituary (that, usually, someone else writes), but precious few actually know who you are when you are alive.
That, to me, is devastatingly sad.
We suffer too much.
We rejoice too little.
BUT…
What are we doing about it?
What does that mean? I’m “safe” when I’m dead? There’s no more threat?
We say stuff like:
Dance like no one is watching….
…Love like you’ve never been hurt…
…Work like you don’t need the money…
…Cook like you’re the only one eating…(or you’re unabashedly prepping for the love of your life!)
…Sew like you’re the only one that will wear it?
BUT…
Who really means it?
I do.
Two words. Two very significant words.
I do.
Tell me I’m wrong….Set me straight.
Or, tell me you feel and know what I’m saying…help me fly!
I want to do what is right…to be happy…to rejoice!
You know me…or you’re not paying attention.
I am not hiding.
One day I was on the ground
When I needed a hand and it couldn’t be found
I was so far down that I couldn’t get up
You know and one day I was one of life’s losers
Even my friends were my accusers and in my head, lost before I’d begun
I had a dream
But it turned to dust
What I thought was love, that must have been lust
I was living in style when the walls fell in
When I played my hand, I looked like a joker
Turned around
Fate must have woke her ‘cause lady luck she was waiting outside the door
I’m winning
I’m winning
I’m winning
I’m winning
I’m winning and I don’t intend on losing again
I wish you ALL could know me.
I wish you could ALL look in my eyes and see what I feel.
Then…
You would know…
Then…you would know what I know…