Whole lotta shakn'

Respect in sandlot football skills was the aspiration, not so long ago. Although it seems like a lifetime away.
Not a thought of how to live life well. Those people in India? Aren't they poor and starving? Better finish all on my plate.
Be thankful for what you have. Amass a fortune, for all to admire. Really only wanted the lable teammate.
Thought sharing the burden would lighten the load. Disconnect is my connection, currently.
The load is emerging, now conscience reforming, redeeming. takin' two forward and a couple back.
All this is no mistake. This shakn' allows no control.
Only perserverence. Faith.
I am butt dust. See what I mean? This works for ya?
It is so hard to truly see myself as lovable. Narcissism in reverse. Or is it?
Can't rush the process. Really don't want to.
Funny how reality lays against the ropes, waiting until I'm all punched out. Not much of a boxer, but the metaphor is working for me.
Who am I competing with?
I am tired now.
Good night