So, who does your think?
And, once again, who are they to you?
I know, who you thought they were.
So, how does all of this that they do,
how does that get back to you?
Supposedly, you’re all tight with it, with them?
I mean, everyone else, on the outside,
seems to think, it’s just you.
And really, they, those thoughts I mean,
they have all of the cover in mind, so to speak.
So, when does that get old?
And don’t you really sort of have
your reputation to uphold?
Again, so, really, just between you and me,
aren’t there a lot of inner moments lost in translation,
in these spurious inner conversations?
However was their think,
really, ever going to work for you?
Well, I know it is really hard.
It must be really hard,
since you can’t leave home without them.
So, where in hell did they get their perspectives?
Their sense for orders?
And their handling of your worldly mundane?
That, in and of itself, is quite a load for you to carry.
And then, to eventually discover, the pretend of it all.
I suppose you could add more inner voices.
And then listen for some clarity from that inner dialogue.
So, with them added on,
it seems that you would have quite a boatload
for just really trying to get from here to there, moving on.
It appears that every next moment could be just a sigh
in a vast realm of hesitancies and indecisions
that come up, live in and eventually pass you by.
Hey, I just saying, this is what it looks like.
Sort of you, trying to please your internal crowd.
When what it really looks like, from far outside,
out here, is maybe, seems nobody’s home.
This is like a fungus of inner-self conversations mildew.
And who of them, that is actually representing you,
is consistently getting your positive nod?
Look, I would probably go with you being a loaner
or a version of introversion on demand
or always madcap comedian, readily on hand.
Hey, it’s not like you’re the only one caught in this bind.
So you might as well buddy up with internal confidence
and carry on as if you are, a character of one.
Down the road is just moments away
and being conscious with it
is suppose to gear up as having fun.
And really, I’m only here to help with the asking,
as if an inquiring mind that wants to know . . .