The art of letting go isn’t art whatsoever
it’s messy, sloppy and not within the lines
of my nature
I tend to dig, mold, sculpt anything out of
and when it’s all said and done, the creation
isn’t masterful or priceless
it costs dearly
Perceptions changed, friendships dwindle into dust
business partners fold their hands and brush
my mere existence off
So, why continue with the archeological dig?
So I can say, “I told you so”, “I was right, you were wrong”?
I know I’m right and at the end of the day, if I can tell myself
job well done uncovering the earth to find that missing needle in
the haystack, ok.
But really, nobody else cared about it –
That’s why it was buried.