You need two players for a game.

I march to my own tune.

My guru side speaks forth.

Poem about how some things stay the same but time keeps moving.

When someone is hell-bent on doing their own thing there is nothing you can do to stop them.

Some thoughts seem to play like a broken record.

If you can find it within yourself, give that person another chance.

Thank you for being you.

A clearout can do you good.

Once scarred, the damage never disappears.