How to know know when you're past your "prime", shall it be now or when it's really time?
Who's to say if you're good for sure, good for now, or really cured.
All the questions, all the unknowns, all the queries life bestows...
Upon us they fall, lightly at times, harder still yet still in rhymes.
Uncertainty can be the reddest dragon, the hottest flame, the squeakiest wagon.
Oil it up, let it run its course, or leave it alone, and feel its remorse.
How to know when you're ready to "go", when you're back to "you", how can we know?
I'm not to say now, perhaps nor are you, live moment to moment, is all we can do.
Mindfulness, shmindfulness, presence galore, smirk at it you may but risk the closed door...
that can slam in your face if you smirk too hard, broken windows and glass, their pointy shards.
None of this is pretty, honey, "that ain't cute", remind me please, forget it not, the point ain't moot.
All the questions, cease they likely won't, brush them away, honestly, just don't.
Life is a coaster, an up and down ride, not a straight arrow, not a straight down slide.
Eyeliner smudges and mascara runs dry, we fuck up, we suck up, we scream kick and cry.
But in my gut and at the end, what matters the most are the messages we send...
to our parents, our friends, the universe, our selves, all of the rest, sit on dusty shelves.
I'll use my line again, for I love it so, gotta end some time, so here we go...
What I know now and what I know for sure, the most important stuff is sometimes a blur.
But blurs become clearer the longer they live, so tread forward we must, both take and give.
Life is a swing set, a merry go round, when it's "time", joy shall abound.
But until then and until we know, the water waves, so fuck it, babes, and go with the flow.
With light and gratitude,
Rachel Ber.
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