I often wonder if my path is a math equation for disaster
I pine after connection and joy
I hope others don't see it as a ploy to escape difficult work
I choose to use the tools of meditation and loving congregation for improvement of my current situation
I never wish to Harm or to slack, one thing I might lack is a Clear sense of where to go but that is something I will hopefully know as I progress forward
I sing songs of love, they ring true to me
I see discomfort and offer my hand
I never planned this to be my life
I notice strife and the world is rife with it, that fermenting feeling that we are all reeling towards some problem we can't fix
I miss happiness and wish to bring it out of others
I imagine opportunity for unity, and it saddens me that's unimportant in our community
I am a puny bee in a dark little tree and inside of me is a seed of love
Everyday I try and plant it
I find mistakes in my techniques and attempt again, continuing once I reprimand my erroneous ways
I sulk for days and days about the discomfort around
I listen to the sounds of great men speak of a love that will never end
I bend my mind everyday in the hopes flexibility comes my way
I grow towards those who support me
I destroy those who fix me into a place with no space where I face a paradigm that is strange
I mind a lot
And I thought I could make this life easier
But I wonder if my path is racked with difficulty before I find the comforting light
I want someone to bring me the answers
I want someone to help me find my answers
About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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