A frenzy of wind, a rustle of leaves
Conceived and reprieved, where are those feelings we grieve
Deprived and received, there is no feeling of at ease
With the wind we breathe, the trees our friend, oxygen provided, we gear up to defend. Our plight. Lock and loaded, ready to fight. Like justice is our right.
Against the enemy we can’t see, the problem is he, don’t you dare touch me.
Fortresses upended, with anger we sended, our lives, they’ve become suspended.
Stuck In blame and guilt. Fear of fear. Only a matter time, and we begin to wilt.
Energy drained. Life-force maimed. Can we not see that every germ evaded, is another death created?
Inside we cry, for the shelter of the minds eye, does not get to decide, he, him or I, who gets to survive, and whom may end up to die.
Living like this, we’re already sick. Fool to our own inhibitions, we sit there watching the clock, tick, tick. . waiting for life to surmise.
We’ll let me tell you something. Open your eyes, you might find a surprise.
For what’s happening around is a reflection of inside.
So quit trying to hide, drop your pride and see where you really reside.
Because to practice Honesty, is the first step, to finding peace within thee.
And then it doesn’t matter what you see, because the beauty emanates from within Me.
I have no control over the fate we plea, only my reaction to what Is to Be.
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