Has anyone of you seen me struggling

It's like one's emotions juggling

Shattered overwhelmed screaming yelling

Once I couldn't write these spellings

Now I wonder how it's dwelling

One after the other it kept on dancing

I was watching every letter, and carrying them around

Blame it on my fate, somehow

I didn't know it sounds

Will, you tell me what I do,

Perhaps it's just the way it is so blue

And I roam through my wheels

Singing songs and swings

I promise to be as free-spirited as the wind blows in times

Here is my bid for my readers & the spirits who get by

Don't misunderstand my gestures it's me with the sky

Now give me some air and let me slip by

I Will be at your doorstep will word in disguise

Sayonara my believers conclude me as wise.

Once upon a time—
Time I vividly remember,
I was ending my life line
Saying, “Lord, I surrender.”
Knife is what I hold;
Rope is what I grasp,
But someone has told:
“Don't let faith escape from your clasp.”

In the morning
When the air is still
I let my thoughts wander  
Where they will.

once there was a squirrel a funny chap was he
he lived in a hole in the middle of a tree.

a happy little chap as happy as can be
jumping branch to branch wild and very free.

he would gather nuts and take them in his hole
running up and down a busy little soul.

then we he got tired he would take a rest
then off to sleep he went in his little nest.

Release the mind and find
that earthly care is merely air
a puff of wind blown through your hand
a ripple over passing sand
for then we fully understand
our worries were the drifting snow
which covers all but quickly goes
revealing faintest hopes of spring
this final song we learn to sing
in peace that only death can bring