Moving past my released fumes
I try to just sit back, resume

The conscious quest of my own heart
The fingertips, they dance. A start.

Look at my skin, my groves of hair
I wonder why my life led here

Potential fills so many paths
That I may take, it gives me wrath

Each subtle step I choose to take
Who knows what future it will make

I want to quell, bring to peace to all
The hatred of which I appall

But growing deep, so deep inside
An evil of which I do hide

My own shortcomings, big and small
Withholding sacred peace for all

Each day, dichotomy doth grow
Between two choices I do know

One choice doth let the joy just grow
For others all around, I know

Yet quite another doth exist
Often this one I resist

The natural choice, no second thought
Though part of me doth fear I’ll rot

If I succumb to carnal choice
Listening to natural voice

Eating filth so quickly bought
Consuming drugs that lead to rot

Ignoring homework, tests, and calls
Living just to have “a ball”


To just let go, and trust the stream
To live as if within a dream

Behave the way of which I’m born
Ignoring social looks of scorn

To flow eternally in peace
Realizing that nothing holds me

Away from the eternal hum
Each worry can be quelled to mum

This final step I cannot take
Til’ I release the bonds I make

To family and friends alike,
Material possessions strike

So deep into my peaceful state
This crucial choice I’ve yet to make

Perhaps this fear and woe, is why
I chose to make eternit-ay

The never ending circle spins
Each moment I feel it begins