The worst thing about the ‘modern’ world is that it doesn’t allow you to take a moment and appreciate, just;
Being.
The air you breath, the sky above you, the earth beneath your feet.
All of these real and natural things pale in comparison to the ever imposed, falsified pressure of being a ‘modern’ human.
So, the next time you encounter a moment in which you are relaxed in nature. Live it, really soak it in.
And, just;
Be.
We are all cut from the same cloth
Black or white. Pauper or posh
And as those veracious bubbles do froth
The truth always comes out in the wash.
Life’s banquet is seared with many decoys
Blue, well-done, medium and rare
You can never delect in the delicious joys
Without first tasting bitter despair.
It’s always the cruel that bloom and flourish
It beggars belief how the meek don’t inherit
We must first plant wisdom and courage
To stop them reaping from our own merit.
Because when life is unkind
And your ducks don’t stay in a row
Sometimes you have to lose your mind
To find your soul.
When you fear your future’s faded
When you’re growing grey and thin
When your chips have all been traded
And you feel you’ll never win
When you start to wane and wallow
In intrepid, toxic times
There’s a light for you to follow
A light inside you shines
It’s a light that fills your soul
And makes you who you are
Brightens the bleakest, blackest hole
Heals the deepest, darkest scar
In the corpus of commotion
Let that beautiful beacon beam
Across the unforgiving ocean
From the lighthouse of your dreams.
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