Nov 2013
My soul is in turmoil,
It demands direction,
But my mind is at rest,
It's abandoned the affairs of my life.
I stand lost on a road,
A road with not clue of what is to come,
Just change assured, from what lies ahead.
The multitude of decisions have got my mind over worked,
and now it rests.
Waiting for the light of a new morn
To free me from this,
My recurring death..
It demands direction,
But my mind is at rest,
It's abandoned the affairs of my life.
I stand lost on a road,
A road with not clue of what is to come,
Just change assured, from what lies ahead.
The multitude of decisions have got my mind over worked,
and now it rests.
Waiting for the light of a new morn
To free me from this,
My recurring death..
Its dawned on me how I so very worked up by the difference in opinion between my conscious and what I see around. I need to stop living subconsciously and try living consciously.
