Think of It This Way

I wear a lot of hats every day

Every day I am in different modes

Modes that I love and care for

"For what?" People may ask

"Ask away" I say

Yet,

Think of it this way,

Each thing I do creates another me,

And I have to hold every type of me there is in my arms.

My arms can't hold all of me, so,

I have to focus on one me

(The one in my hand)

And toss the rest up into the air

To further my undivided attention to "my chosen me"

(The one in my hand)

This is called juggling.

The thing is,

People worry about a specific me

One that isn't getting much attention

This is my "Me me"

The original me, my health, my being

And often times I am up in the air

But my Me me has a secret



I love to fly