Stop to think
And listen
To the sounds of the bees and the birds.
For now have the wheels of motion shut.
Stop to ponder
And deliberate
Was I the one in the race too?
That has led to this state of quietened low.
Stop to reflect
And then voice:
Such was the wrath of my actions
That led to the disquiet
For I am the one, who
In my frenzied pace forgot
That
I had to work for me and not against me.
Stop and stop at once…
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC
Stop to think
And listen
To the sounds of the bees and the birds.
For now have the wheels of motion shut.
Stop to ponder
And deliberate
Was I the one in the race too?
That has led to this state of quietened low.
Stop to reflect
And then voice:
Such was the wrath of my actions
That led to the disquiet
For I am the one, who
In my frenzied pace forgot
That
I had to work for me and not against me.
Stop and stop at once…
My musings