Stubborn Child

I am like a stubborn child

Resisting to grow up

In some areas of my life

Resisting the discipline of a father

That wants the best for me

To make better choices for myself and for my life

When I see a shiny treasure

I want it immediately

Without thinking twice

I get distracted by the birds signing

The baby making baby noises

The coffee smell

And the red lipstick that is staining a stranger’s teeth

When I am going to learn to focus

On what I imagine before going to bed

Of what my life could be like

If I only listen to the wisdom voice telling me no

When my flesh says yes