Un-Forced
Entangled I am,
as I tickle-laugh as if my giggles have no other choice,
Dismayed I am,
as I add mental bubble bath to the disarranged bah,bah,better-half of my stuttered voice.
Marvelous markings of my superficial cravings become the seeds I use to grow the grander-scale-of-things,
And as I pick the poison of my favorite carb to satisfy my emotional taste buds,
I can feel the pain it brings.
Insistently challenged by the influences of my willpower, fearing nothing that takes my stand,
focused on the intimidating pressure-worry of my superseding short comings,
allows me to be expedite my mental travel flights of whats wrong and right and
focus on being all that I can.
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