there are days I wonder if I've made more mistakes than lived well.
"have I filled my mistake jar too full"? I ask.
Have I lived just outside of wellness to come back and be honorable?
Am I worth Loving?
In my rush to run the field,
have I pushed away the last blade of grass
and watched the fishes last sparkling scales under my callused feet?
Is Love mine still to cling or
have the mistakes added up past the level?
What sage can answer me now
I'll quest if you can help me rest.
there is only one answer
either the one I know or the one I won't believe.
I push you away in my longing to be Loved and I am as confused as anyone at strange logic.