I’ve been searching for the
perfect breath,
Yet too far many
times, all I’ve discovered
Has been the intensity
which congestion brings
Within.
I’m looking for the
greatest role, to utilize my talents, to bring me close to a centered space, to
stand still amongst the moving rush, yet, so far, even the extra slots are
filled…
Without.
I’m passionate about many
things, yet what good does passion bring, when the odds are stacked
Out of
favor.
The dreams are
squelched, the rhythm's bent, disturbed like a selfish child, concerned only with his own self
Inside.
It’s enough to make
you wish your dreams away, to some fields that reward success to those holding ethics and effort much higher than what is often considered by most
Self-Centered Partitions.
And to those that still believe in hope. There is hope.
Inside and then Out.
And to those still believing in knowledge. There is knowledge. and to those who not only have the capability to learn, yet also possess the ability to eagerly share these gifts to others. There is Community.
Outside and Within.
Distancing. Afar/near/close/Away. Skylines. Spectacles. Bravado in name alone. Restricting space between, communion is relevant once more.
Internal Mergers.
To gather the necessary crops,
the reaper needs his sickle.
To till the mind,
nurture requires many moments
Beyond what many seem to
offer…(sometimes)
Love is a deadly word. Vulnerability is feared less; yet, it would
make sense, if one should claim the opposite.
External Vision.
