A going out of business clearance sale
Only salvaging pennies on worthless items
Just one investor
To reflect back in his eyes the value of potential
I never got out of the red
Should’ve never got out of bed
I rely on the outside at the cost of pride
An empty store front
Bought up by something new I’ve never heard of
I needed just one investor
Sometimes we rely too much on external validation. I’m terribly guilty of that. From love to worth, what is around me reflects me.
Sometimes I so badly want someone to come in and save the day, whatever that means. I seem to fail at helping myself. And watch the world go on without me.
The internal world is my new investor. She doesn’t have a lot to offer, but space and time. I can work with space and time.
