Perfect Imbalance


My mind is a clock tower, the cogs ever turning;

My heart a cauldron of passion foaming, churning, burning.

I've yet to unlock what's deep down inside,

So I'll take it all in strength and in stride.

I've been spending and earning,

For greatness I'm still yearning.

My existence is priceless,

Worth more than I know.

Past all limitations I'm going to go.

When I look in a mirror, the reflection I see  

Is me

 “It’s okay,” I say. “Everything’s fine.”

Ain’t nobody gonna change my mind.

It’s okay to be different, it’s okay to be weird,

There’s nothing wrong with not knowing, or being unclear. 

Everything about me is flawless as can be.

It’s okay to be just me.


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