Reflection

Can one hide from itself?
Where would it hide?
I find myself wanting to hide
From this life of mine.
But my body keeps moving.
This body of mine is a fighter
This body of mine is a warrior.
It doesn’t take no as a final answer
It sees it as a door to a better discovery.

Can you hide from yourself?
With every rich, creamy whiskey
I dance with, I always find myself
At the bottom of the glass.
With every white puff my lungs inhale
My brain sways.
Ria floats on these puffs but they always vanish.
Where can you hide from yourself?
It looks like you can’t and as a result you must take the bull of life by the horn and ride it joyfully