ILL TIMES
Im lacking the flow.
Breath caught in my throat
And yet wisdom seems so lost
Its better, in ways its different
I miss those old meditations when relaxing and getting
visions was a given.
I propose a toast to my self to find the time to ask my lord
and my humanity to come back to me.
Please come back!
I need to say good bye to these old ways.
Stagnant lifestyles will no longer get in the way
I need to keep moving so I pray and wait for my guides that
help me proceed as I lay dreaming of the future
I miss those times. Come back!
Been so busy achieving what I need
so in a way its replacing the old
Different but thats ok
I feel the need for change
Then set back brought on by the bold
But I strive for the change and deny the old
Ill times be gone! Time for ME
ME