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It. Could. Be. Easy.
Trying is an excuse I use,
An idealized commitment,
But in reality-
I’ve already dismissed it…
What do I do but travel in circles,
Well practiced rituals,
With well-spoken words,
Relearning the same lessons,
Reciting right answers,
To the same questions,
Over and over again,
But nothing changes,
As I try to find my balance,
Challenge the dualities,
I just want to be,
Believe me I see,
It.
Could.
Be.
Easy.
if I Let the stream
Within my mind
Float by,
Forgetting the ‘I’
Let impulse subside,
Recognize,
I am more than my
Wants and needs,
They tie me to a routine,
That doesn’t serve me,
I serve thee,
Change everything,
That is the dream,
Honestly I just want to love me,
I am tired of wondering
What that feels like.
An idealized commitment,
But in reality-
I’ve already dismissed it…
What do I do but travel in circles,
Well practiced rituals,
With well-spoken words,
Relearning the same lessons,
Reciting right answers,
To the same questions,
Over and over again,
But nothing changes,
As I try to find my balance,
Challenge the dualities,
I just want to be,
Believe me I see,
It.
Could.
Be.
Easy.
if I Let the stream
Within my mind
Float by,
Forgetting the ‘I’
Let impulse subside,
Recognize,
I am more than my
Wants and needs,
They tie me to a routine,
That doesn’t serve me,
I serve thee,
Change everything,
That is the dream,
Honestly I just want to love me,
I am tired of wondering
What that feels like.
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