Musing over idealogy
Attitude blurs in the making
How are we expected to know everything?
From lost enrout to passion
Sometimes we lose our passion
Mistaken for compassion
End up on the side of the road
With a flat tire caused by a deflated ego

Drifting far but
Purpose rises with or without a clock
We call her Dawn
often we miss the chance to be awake
to see her smile and feel her call

It’s been a bad day
Give yourself a break
until the new day breaks