Out of the dungeon

 I'm nestled
in natures nurturing embrace.

More aware of
the magnificence
of each moment,
each elegant arrangement
of eternal particles
passing through,
never possessing a permanent form
or perpetual place of residency.

It's evidence I see,
enough to prove
it moves through you and me.

Why aren't we wildly overwhelmed
with wonder
at what we're involved in here!?
Why do we waste it with no hesitancy!?
While at the same time
taking it and ourselves
so damn seriously
without making much of a big deal
about how mysteriously
marvelous each moment is..

I don't wanna keep taking it for granted,
letting the guilt
grow and grow
cause I know
I can do more,
I can be better,
waste less time,
spend less time in mind,
forget phony fantasies,
desert desperate dreams.

I'm dragging myself
out of this dungeon within,
done getting trapped there
over and over again.
I'm snapping back
up and out
for the first time,
I've done my time,
paid the price
 for the crime
of collapsing beneath the intensity
of these innumerable insecurities
invoking me to isolate
with no moderation,
I've seen solitude
can be heaven and hell
depending on what's going down within..