Always think of others first

Was the mantra in my home

You must die to yourself

Said The church (my other home)

I skirted around the shadows in my heart

Looked outside myself for the lost parts

Sometimes I avoid the traffic on the 405

It’s a 12 lane freeway

I take Sepulvida instead

I’m all for taking shortcuts

But eventually, The congestion between the valley and the desert will have to be solved.

I need a hand to hold to walk me through What I no longer wish to avoid.

It’s time.