TALKING TO MY SELF
Whenever I Am Given A Stage
On Which To Speak To Myself
On A Subject That I Consider Serious
I Persistently Practice My Speaking Part
Until I Feel Fully Prepared
To Perform At My Peak

I Have Come To Know
That An Intellectually Dead Body
With Nothing Serious To Say
Has A Lifeless Outlook On Life
And It Usually Floats Freely
On The Surface Of Artificial Situations

To Prevent My Warmest Words
From Opening Wounds
In The Weak Flesh Of Low Achievers
I Will Learn To Soothe By Silence
What Talking Cannot Treat

If We Are Able To Salvage
Only A Few Of Our Most Precious Thoughts
From The Ashes Of Our Intelligent Utterances
Then We Should Endeavor To Exploit
These Scarce And Invaluable Ideas

If We Are Only Able To Attract
The Day Dreamers And Shallow Thinkers
To Our Meetings On The Mind
Then We Should Cancel Our Conference
And Find A More Befitting Forum
To Discuss And Debate The Concepts
On Which Our Beliefs Are Based

Whenever We Leave Our Abilities
Under The Bushes Of Our Darkest Beliefs
The Shallowness Of Our Superficial Self
Will Become The Acceptable Standard
By Which We Evaluate Our Self-Worth

Whenever I Am In Deep Mental Poverty
And My Knowledge Seems Like Nothing
Any Intellectual Losses That I Owns
Are Burned And Buried
Before They Become A Burden
On My Well-Being

To Help Me Improve My Prospects Of Becoming
The Best Person That I Can Become
I Will Talk To My Inner Self
In A Voice Filled With Visions