Time for You by John Fischer from the album, “Casual Crimes”
[Click on title to stream song.]

I have been the subject of an endless theme
And the star in everybody else’s dream
I have fought the demons of my own dark night
Finding only shadows in the dawning light

My ship is in; my debt is due
The time is now — the time for you
I have crossed the chasms of my casual crimes
I have passed the sign at least a thousand times

Waiting for a hand to rescue me
While at any time I could have walked out free

My ship is in; my debt is due
The time is now — the time for you

 There are no more places where my heart can flee
There are no more friends to give me sympathy
I am out of reasons; I am out of time
I am out to make it in the uphill climb

 My ship is in; my debt is due
The time is now — the time for you

Step 8. Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.

This is the song of a narcissist (me) waking up to the fact that there are people outside of self who count more than he does.  It seems like a given. It seems like something mostly everyone knows instinctively (and most do), but it’s a class I missed. It’s a sign I didn’t see. It’s something everyone gets by the time they are five or six years old that I skated right by. I have people I can blame for this, but that doesn’t help me now. So what? (They’re dead now anyway, so I can’t make amends even if I wanted to.)

It is my place in the world that puts me in context with those around me. People are everywhere; people are like me; but they are most distinctively not me. They are someone else, and I desperately need to connect. The world is full of someone elses, some of whom I have harmed because of my addiction to myself. Time to make amends.

So it’s “Time for you,” where “you” is anybody but me.

I apologize if this is going right by you because this is probably not your problem. But maybe you can see yourself and your own addictions in here somewhere and receive the same encouragement I have received from these steps to make things right. I am a tiny little dot among billions of tiny little dots on a tiny little planet revolving around a relatively small sun. Who’s at the center of all this? Well it obviously isn’t me.