I can’t see much farther than my hand,
I can’t feel much farther than my chest,
I can’t taste much farther than what my tongue knows.
I can’t keep chasing something that can’t be promised.
Because there is no tomorrow.
There are no guarantees.
There is nothing more than
So make your apologies, sing out loud, forget the bullshit,
and just let it all happen, messy and raw and here.
Your Higher Self