Refurbished...and proud of it!

Eyes are the mirrors of the soul...

When mine weep my soul is in turmoil...

When mine cry my heart is in jubilation!

Watch me, learn me, understand me...

But the game is called unpredictability...

And a master of the trade I am...

Call me fair, call me unfair! Am who I am!

Good or bad, awesome or ridiculous...take your pick

That's me for the taking and me for the picking!

I cant become what just anyone wants me to become!

I can only become what God intended me to be

I am a man...one who has feelings, emotions!

I go through phases...seasons even!

At the end of the day I come out stronger...

Call me refurbished...call me unoriginal...call me cliche

But then am proud of it...Is anyone even ever original?

I was an original...at that time when I came into this world

Now I have enough of everybody else's traits...

After all everyone I meet becomes a part of me....

Call me irrational...crazy even! But we are all refurbished!

What I am is called unique! What we have in common is cliche

You go through your seasons, I go through mine!

At the end of the day we come out better equipped...

Still we become corrupted (call it learned if you like)...

So we become less of the original each day!

That is why am refurbished...yes! REFURBISHED!

By every season and circumstance and situation

And yet am proud if it! Very proud to be...to feel...

That am refurbished and you are refurbished and...

We cannot change it even if we wanted!

Sometimes when we are desolate...

All we need is some good fixing!

Then we become better than old!

Not ORIGINAL....Simply REFURBISHED! He he