Questioning
Weaving
my way thru life
Wondering
what I should write
Will
someone read my thoughts
What
will others think of my existence
Never
sure of what to do
Give
into the resistance
Surely
it can’t be that hard to be happy and settled
Or is
it always to be
What is
there in life for me?
I know
the answer to that
It’s
inside me all the time
Be
still and listen it’s there
Move
forward if you dare
Surprising
all that question where
I’ve
found that I’m aware!
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