A constant that is pure, yet can’t be seen, Occasional prayer of a lifelong dream, Fragile time for all those mentioned, With possible conflict prevented.
Only the singular amount in binary, The perspective behind eyes that may see, The point is this; completely missed, Solitary mental noise as to only resist.
Too many loose ends & not enough days, To be patient within reasons of many ways, To help the helpless, yet less is more, Freedom to window shop at any fine store.
A gift given, honored, & shown, Still here, with infancy grown, Show compassion & light, Clear the mind to see with true sight.
I really don’t know, but how could I? Too many ways to perceive the truth or a lie, So I’ll try to make the most of simplicity, Hoping that it’s a good thing I’ll see.
The way it appears to feel compelled, Listening carefully to the story they tell, Cautious & curious in what’s surrounding, A choice to accept what life is offering.
Or hold this away from the intent seen, Someday simplifying all that I mean, A message of hope, with ashes & smoke, Recreating a form once shattered & broke.
Letting go seems so easy to focus with, In other words, I remember my wish, From the time I saw that memory, In a dream state opened to all that will be.
Antidote persuaded to cope for the moment, All too often it leaves with no one to own it, Broken clock of time, correct in assuming, Compelled to do what is asked of me.
The options must be waited on; for & from, Unfortunately I’m close to being done, Time waits for no man; open time to write, A misleading way to fight my way to flight.