For Your Own Reasons Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I just want to be the best.
And I confess it.
I just want to be the best me...
That I can get.

I just want to be the best.
And I confess it.
I just want to be the best me...
That I can get.

You should want to feel your best.
You should want to do your best.
You should want to be the best...
For your own reasons.
And...
You should want to feel your best.
You should want to do your best.
You should want to be the best...
For your own reasons.

Some are defined by the moans they find.
And they don't want to be their best.
Some like to sit with others who whine.
And they don't want to be their best.
Some have minds cemented in crime.
And they don't want to be their best.
And many do confess,
They are owed for the doing.
Some are defined by the moans they find.
And they don't want to be their best.
Some like to sit with others who whine.
And they don't want to be their best.
Some have minds cemented in crime.
And they don't want to be their best.
And many do confess,
They are owed for the doing.

You should want to feel your best.
You should want to do your best.
You should want to be the best...
For your own reasons.
And not have a mind cemented in crime.
'Cause that's not being your best.
OR sitting with others who like to whine,
'Cause you can't be your best.
Get away from those who waste your time,
'Cause you can't be your best...
And,
Give up the doing.

I just want to be the best.
And I confess it.
I just want to be the best me...
That I can get.

I just want to be the best.
And I confess it.
I just want to be the best me...
That I can get.

You should want to feel your best.
You should want to do your best.
You should want to be the best...
For your own reasons.

Some are defined by the moans they find.
And they don't want to be their best.
Some like to sit with others who whine.
And they don't want to be their best.
Some have minds cemented in crime.
And they don't want to be their best.
And many do confess,
They are owed for the doing.