Where it all begins by Jong-Sun Mayele

Wants and needs Aimless seeds Planted, but only One would grow. Only One would bloom. The distance, The isolation, The earthly man On the moon. Coded in the lights Like Moriss To have is not To profit To be without Is not to be Needy, The ache For someone To need me, When all I need Is me. Thoughts leech Out my brain Till they eat Out my face Of self esteem To a cresent phase I'm less than Half myself Within. It's easier to Balance It's easier to Bottle up Emotions But I sip them slow Like hard liquor Through A silver chalice. No dessert storm Can desert you From self. So, do you chose To be a friend, Or enemy of self? In a desert, all by myself I shall not fear myself But trust that in needing Myself, attachments Shall accent and Not conjure or conquer My self. Conjure 1. to affect or influence by or as if by invocation or spell.