Whats it all about?
A question we all ask, no doubt.
Relentlessly searching for meaning,
Infected, with conflicting thoughts, and feelings.
There must be a reason, a purpose to life.
What is mine for me, a house, a child, a wife?
Internal turmoil, confusing decisions,
Expectations, plans and visions.
Days pass to weeks, months and years,
Death pulls closer, increasing distance from birth.
Desperation grows, anxiety follows,
Once childish dreams, now seem so hollow.
Darkness shrouds, like a thick choking mist,
Light dissipates, and i simply exist.
Then an internal voice spoke, and i truly awoke,
and now i really SEE!
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- Comment from author about the poem: State of mind and perspective have to be two of the most important attributes that define our inner world and how everything externally appears to us as a result it defines how we feel and how happy we are as people, and I personally believe this alone is a defining factor in how life turns out for you in the grand scheme of the journey!
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That internal voice can show us the way but many do not listen to it. The way forward is there for us all.
So much potential in life such a beautiful existence could be had but you are right people get caught up in the ‘fashion’ of it all rather than truly listening to their instincts
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