I’ve been thinking lately
soul searching and trying to find the meaning of. Everything
all the while missing the simple point of it again and again.
Beating a dead horse with a noose tied for me
sticking my nose where it shouldn’t be
buying the ruse meant just for me
until one day retrospect spoke with clarity
leave it alone, and you listen to me,
stop being blind while you can still see
the experience stuck to me.
Now I use its perspective whenever I need it
shedding light so I can move more surely
and while comfort digs in its conforming teeth
experience convinces me to express myself freely
deep breath, and exhale to complete,
take the reins and make it neat
listen quietly to thine insides, please
before the growing pains outweigh their scenery
let it be, let it be. Take a lesson from the trees.
Slow down and feed the relief
I might not know how my actions will grow
but someday, when I’m old, grey, and lonely
I refuse to leave myself busy and alone.
That’s no place for a living spirit to call home!
Where’s the rest in lost dreams?
There isn’t any, convince me.
Or this is how I will be living.
While I’m healthy, while I’m able,
I will choose to chase the fable.
I’ll find time for the seven lampstands
seek substance and closeness at all costs
for life and love are found and lost
with or without these elements as my compass
I will gain ground while I’m tossed over this dead sea
leading me back to the spirit I was meant to be