conflicted (thoughts)
When the heart and mind are divided,
the will determines the course.
When the heart and mind are divided,
the will determines the course.
Scurrying about the ants below
in quick succession lie.
While high above their little world
within this plane I fly.
I’ve never been one for long goodbyes,
feigning sentiment that’s full of lies.
Our paths separate as we reason why,
time divides and friendships die.
Enjoying the beauty of meter and rhyme,
a poem revealed inscribing each line.
One day I’ll be lost to the passage of time,
but dreams will live on in this poem of mine.
there is a me that no one sees
the one i long to be
to live a life devoid of fear
i’m dying to be free
i see a world when eyes are closed
in dreams that’s where i go
for there i truly am at peace
in a place that few may know
Through seasons of life friends come and then go.
Each leaves an indelible mark on the soul.
So many things that eat my time,
yet again I’m at the store.
I haven’t time to use them all
I think, as I buy more.
These things are mine, or so it seems.
At least I paid the fee.
Now as I look at all I own,
I see it’s owning me.
Today I rose before my eyes could see.
To keep them closed is just stupidity.
With all the struggle that’s in front of me,
feet hit the floor.
The morning paper smacks me in the face.
Sometimes this world can be an awful place.
Lost my faith in the human race.
Then I look next door.
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