Soul searching is hard
Because I don’t know where to look.
The good thing is there
But it’s gone.
The right thing is right there
But wrong.
All I know is I needed that song.
The harmony chords,
To melt my heart swords into kind words.
But how’m I to know,
When to let things go,
Or accept the responsibility,
Forgo my wanted tranquility.
For my future’s assurance.
What we’ll do for steady hand on tomorrow.
We’ll take a seizure today.
We run and hide.
And then we die and tomorrow never arrived.
And we want tomorrow to give back its steady hand.
Because then we see reality.
Soul searching is hard
because I don’t know where to look.
Because reality combats conformity.
But conformity has a side-kick: prosperity.
And a sponsor: responsibility.
And sometimes it shape-shifts,
So conformity is reality,
Or they aren't so different.
It whispers in my ear.
It tries to pull me near.
And I like to know it all,
So I listen.
And what I hear,
Makes sense in that instance.
Soul searching is hard,
Because I don’t know where to look.
I think I’ll find it in a book.
But it’s not mine.
They say tough decisions have answers,
But do they?
Or will deciding drive you crazy?
I’m in the ocean screaming MAYDAY!
A few voices tell me which way.
But I stay.
Because both paths are stormed with waves.
And I won’t float down-current and waste my sail,
And I won’t sail up-current just to fail.
I’m
tormented in the middle as I soul-sail.
