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.
The role I display to others for a reaction, Forms of inertia will push towards an action, Cause and affect; respect of all I neglect, Focus for the view of the mind to collect.
If others respond, yet I don’t recognize, Acknowledging a judgment if they criticize, Rather think of who I am for what it is, On my own journey, as I pass my own quiz.
Twisted pathways seem to straighten out, Entertaining the notion of what it’s about, When a thought creates this other realm, Mental movies of stories; form of film.
To truly know what to do or say, Unconditional love can show a way, Yet the doubt in confident habits, A fear of the unknown future within it.
Magnificent creation, its beauty natural, Insect’s dread as you caught them all, Or maybe the cycle is complete, A computer term known as delete.
Can this turn around into something good? A way to do or say what I know I should, God give me strength & show your mercy, To only know how to survive this currently.