Plagues To The Heart
Sometimes
I wonder if I am trying to prevent the World from becoming what it is destined
to become.
Other times, in the depths of my certainties I am powerless to create right from wrong, light from dark or even right from left.
Other times, in the depths of my certainties I am powerless to create right from wrong, light from dark or even right from left.
Why
do I worry so much about what others are doing? I am not in control of
anything, including myself. If the world is going left, I should only worry if
I wanted to go right.
I am fed up with people hiding their actions in the brightest lights, denying it all in plain view, as if your eyes are blind, your ears deaf, and your nose incapable of smelling the truth.
What
is it that’s left?
When
innocence escapes its cage
And
in an angry rage
Attempts
to disengage
From
the not so innocent sage
Sometimes
my fears, my uncertainties overwhelms the very things I Love, Nothing can harm
you if you worry less and care more.
It’s
not your fault if it goes wrong, don’t worry be happy
Go With The Flow
Things
are only a problem, when they become a problem. Until then they are just
possibilities which don’t exist.
Not all problems will cause you woe.
Not all problems will cause you woe.
