Recovery, loophole for access to the Soul

August 23, 2018

Woken by the alarming feel of anxiety,

Promptly out of bed we must climb.

To merge with the rest of early rise society,

We rush to get ready in time.

 

Loosing any and all track of our lifelong goal,

Once in the office we arrive,

Everyday we surrender a piece of our soul,

For the only focus is strive.

 

In trying to keep up with all this mindless stuff,

We’re rightly scared of the unknown.

So admitting to ourselves we have had enough,

Is to be moving a millstone.

 

Giving out our unrestricted vitality,

To causes coming from the heart,

We drive away the sad outcome of fatality,

Letting our aura take part.   

 

Woken by the urge to share in creativity,

Promptly out of bed we must climb.

Because life unravels as one big festivity,

We rush to get ready in time.

 

 

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