208/365

if there are so many ways to be better
why do we spend lifetimes mired in the
potential of books and prophecies-
the road maps are not difficult to read,
the where, the how, even the why
have been clear in
every era
every language.

being the change is easier said than done
looking in the mirror draped
in guilt and shame and disappointment
and promise to do better next time.  

but what use is there of this self flagellation?
sitting alone on this tuesday night
shaking the can to see what might fall out.
can else inflict do I repent or change,
though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind.

lost indeed,
paradise
has always been
in the errors
and attempts.