WorthinessIs a fickle thing
But the weights and gauges we use on this are what make all the difference
The scale is which we measure are odd
There is a standard
And it is not happiness
That for sure
We must realize what we are and what we can become
Out potential and reality
It’s is hard because we are so hard on ourselves because we can’t lie
We can lie to the world but not ourselves
That the real motherfucking fact of life there.
It’s what we run from and laugh about
Where we cry and despair
Where we pray to ours gods and plead with our loved
Because are we worthy
No matter the height not the lows
We want to count for something.
That is the question
So close your eyes tonight and ask that and know that and live it up after
Because only in death are our lives finally weighed
By the living
And by then
We have bigger things to worry about.