Just One More
What is it about just one more? One more chance. One more try. One more hit. One more game. One more push-up, sit-up, pull-up, curl, set. One more day. One more drink. One more minute, hour, second. One more kiss. One more touch. One more time. One more gift. One more movie. One more book. One more test. One more answer. One more phone call. One more text. One more donuts, chips, french fries, etc. One more prayer. One more discussion. One more fight. One more hope. One more moment. One more time.We crave it, we want it, we need it. We think we need it and we think we want it. I don't have to ask have you asked for that, because most of you probably have.
Sitting down and wondering about one more, is all it takes. We dabble in what if's and absolutes sometimes when wishes and promises aren't reality, and you only wish they could see what you see. Like someone waiting for retirement or for an answer, or even a glance, we wait in this life for just about everything. We wait to be sixteen to drive that car and have a license, we wait to get finished with college, get a real job, marry, buy a home, have a kid, and hold on to whatever it is we can. Just one more we believe is it all takes, maybe it's addiction, call it tension, call it misapprehension, call it what you will. One more so we can forget about the world. One more so that time has no end; that the moment will remain with us and in us or maybe it won't and it will slowly disappear with a whisper, a wish, a favor, or a turn of events.
My one more is different every time. It's amazing how each one changes you, or pisses you off, saddens you, annoys you, challenges you, tricks you, lies to you, destroys you, makes you, enlightens you, or loses you. One more because some of us think this will help, some of us think this will solve everything, and that we are the masters of it all. I want one more time, one more kiss, ones more try, one more day, one more drink. one more book, one more test, one more movie, one more prayer, one more call... ...I want one more. Just one more.
Why? I need to feel the wind beneath my wings, I need the touch of ones hands, the kiss of ones lips, the love of ones life, the drink in the night, the book in my head, the hour in my day, the gift in my heart, the smile in my hope, the strength in my prayer, the importance of a call, the power of my fight, the deliciousness in food, the joy of can and will, and one more special moment.
Maybe we don't get one more, but we can make one more sometime. You make one more in your mind and treasure it there where it can exist and thrive. One more builds into an idea, becomes an obsession or a passion, there is a difference in the two. Obsession becomes danger. Danger to destruction and alarm. Release it, fight it, learn from it. So too then, with the other though. Passion becomes vigor. One more of what I can or can't control. Release it, own it, act it, think it, run it, live it, and believe it. What is your one more?
Sitting down and wondering about one more, is all it takes. We dabble in what if's and absolutes sometimes when wishes and promises aren't reality, and you only wish they could see what you see. Like someone waiting for retirement or for an answer, or even a glance, we wait in this life for just about everything. We wait to be sixteen to drive that car and have a license, we wait to get finished with college, get a real job, marry, buy a home, have a kid, and hold on to whatever it is we can. Just one more we believe is it all takes, maybe it's addiction, call it tension, call it misapprehension, call it what you will. One more so we can forget about the world. One more so that time has no end; that the moment will remain with us and in us or maybe it won't and it will slowly disappear with a whisper, a wish, a favor, or a turn of events.
Why? I need to feel the wind beneath my wings, I need the touch of ones hands, the kiss of ones lips, the love of ones life, the drink in the night, the book in my head, the hour in my day, the gift in my heart, the smile in my hope, the strength in my prayer, the importance of a call, the power of my fight, the deliciousness in food, the joy of can and will, and one more special moment.
Maybe we don't get one more, but we can make one more sometime. You make one more in your mind and treasure it there where it can exist and thrive. One more builds into an idea, becomes an obsession or a passion, there is a difference in the two. Obsession becomes danger. Danger to destruction and alarm. Release it, fight it, learn from it. So too then, with the other though. Passion becomes vigor. One more of what I can or can't control. Release it, own it, act it, think it, run it, live it, and believe it. What is your one more?
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