The big wheel keeps spinning going around
An echo repeating the same droning sound
The words living inside can be your private curse
When you are thinking “this could not be worse”
The internal chatter turns over again
When thehe glass seems half empty so you never win
Over and over your treadmill’s stuck on a track
The voice that’s inside pure machinegun flak
When you think your life will not improve
That your sentence for eternity to push the same grove
It’s newness you crave a different perch
A place to call home and for that you search
You long for a garage cars nestled in bed
Can you sit in smugness while your ego is fed
As you push forward pursuing your quest
Voices keep pounding never letting you rest
So you keep striving onward and up
While the voice inside sees the same empty cup
It spins and bubbles bucks and it brews
No matter the accolades it’s saying “you lose!”
All of a sudden you let go of all
Something internal saves you from free fall
A new way of seeing graces your perspective
Then a new way of being supplies new directive
When was the last time you were frustratingly stuck?
What finally moved you? Was it some external event or an internal shift or some combination of both?
Now that you have had that experience is there a way to repeat it in the future? Can you teach it?
- Stewart Levine ©
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