A Present Yesterday
To be great,
means releasing what's good,
Then fear sets in, because of what's misunderstood.
Scared of getting it wrong, once we think we've got it right-
Avoiding the moniker of a blatherskite.
Going round and around, life is cyclical-
Surely to lay waste to the pontifical.
Life leaves most where they were picked up-
Ignorance makes them spiritual scup.
Light and heavy loads are forever in tow-
As broader or slimmer overstandings flourish and flow.
Seriously; these are not words of caricature-
Some toke, others soak, when experiencing mental fracture.
Ignoring infinite rights, for no eternal gain-
Haughtily doubting God's reign.
Even though the sky's location hasn't changed-
Expectations are mounted like Mustangs.
Ridden by prodigal sons into a faint sun-
All alone, for we are all the chosen ones.
Existence becomes weary on three distinct planes-
Ready and transitioning into a Goddess.
You can keep the fame-