Poem: Ourselves.

When there is time, we think
When the rush of everyday life leaves us
Then when we can afford to look into ourselves
To understand who we are
To look beyond automatic responses
Understanding who we are, that’s what we try

When there is time, we feel
When the weight of false appearances fades away
Then we find ourselves with emotions we rarely notice
To understand those feelings
To get to experience them without crumbling down
Experience life while being alive, that’s what we fight for.

Our mind, divided in two
One guides us through the world, silently
The other notices the details, loudly
When they stop working so hard
That’s when we feel and think beyond habits
When we think we should be happy but are not
It’s because no other time is available
To reflect upon ourselves

Some of us break down
Under the weight of our emotions
And the harshness of our thoughts

Some of us step up
And become the philosophers of our own self
Then we understand the thoughts
Then we enjoy the emotions
Than otherwise would have crushed us
Given time and lack of attention.

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