How often do you play the same roleOver and over, isn’t it old?How old can it get before you decide Turn it down, sit still let go of the comfort it provides.When things didn’t go my way,“How could you? I’m shocked!” Angrily turn my back, cross my arms and at the same time, cry and whimper away, Not today.No not today I’ll be defeated.Not today will I hold the frame and in the middle my picture, a powerless victim.No pride in waving that flag.No fun in playing that card.So, I’ll play a different one instead.But I’ve been playing it so long what other cards do I have?You may have none, but you can make one.So if victimhood leaves holes, which cards could make us whole?All those days I played victim couldn’t be for nothing.Hidden in anger I discovered my values.Shock bought me time to sift through my thoughtsand decipher what’s mine.So when I’m hit with the same situation againI have space to choose A different reaction.I can articulate my words and my feelings with peace.And I can see through your eyes when you’re sitting in my place.With a list of values that drive my decisionsA vision that allows me to handle with compassionA way out when I hit a dead endI’m conditioned to know how to win.I’m sitting at the table new cards in hand.So come at me world, I’m ready for playing.I’m probably gonna mess up,Slip into my old waysThe more I play these new cardsMy old habits drift awayTake it easy on myself when I go into routineRemember that I’m playingLife’s more interesting.