If you want to make other people happy
unrecovered trauma is spurring you on.
I want to see others happy,
but I do not want to be the means.
When I see turmoil, I want to help
but to come out of hiding, no,
that is just not possible.
But I could shoot light ray prayers,
thought vibes that can lift and encourage.
But I won't leave this cave;
please don\t ask me to leave this cave.
Here is meditation, here is retreat
and the quiet sounds of nature.
When I do come out I can stay present
only long enough for you to believe.
But when gaining substance
the chills fear in my soul.
When I did this before
things fared not well.
When I thought I was real
it was easy to pretend
But now I am unreal
and to gain reality
will be my end.
The end.
Again.
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