I Can Use You

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Do you feel as if everyone’s against you?

Do you feel thrown out as with the world’s trash?

Do you lay awake at night staring at the ceiling, though it’s not the ceiling you’re staring at, it’s what happened to you years ago, or what may happen to you tomorrow?

Do you stare at the mirror and silently say I hate you?

Do spiraling echoes of what you should have said or done or felt or thought or of all the mistakes you made by commission or omission crowd out your experience of the Now?

Do you wonder where your next meal’s coming from? Or if not, how ’bout the next mortgage payment?

Do you seek, desperately and with all your soul, for someone to believe in, some thing, something, or somecause to hitch that star of your’s to?

Believe me, my brother. You’re not alone.

Do you want to matter?

Do you want to leave behind a rock in some forgotten corner of the globe that says you were here? Or do you want it taught in textbooks?

Do you honestly believe you’re just marking time here?

Well, saddle up, man. I can use you.

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