How to Be Humble

How does one

begin

to

even

start

to think.

you must begin.

wherever you are. wherever you're going. wherever you've been

nothing matters but now.

time

what an odd concept.

What is time, anyways?

Just a way to make us humans feel safe.

Do aliens have time, way up there in space?

Or do they just float,

moving, like in a race?

or perhaps

aliens

do

not

exist.

But that is beside the point.

What is the goal? what is the purpose of this poem? Is this girl insane?

Maybe.

But

I do know

what

I

need.

and anyone who dare tell me differently shall take heed;

for I

am a warrior.

what do I need

I need many things.

I want many things.

Oh, Abbey, you're getting ahead of yourself...

but, oh, my darling, never stop dreaming.

to feel

more

deeply

more empathy; less judgment

Free your mind.

Smile.

Today is yours.

You

are

free.