Along the Path

Stuck, no flowing

Underneath vines constantly growing

Entangling all knowing

Shadows keeping light from showing

To yourself you are owing

The clarity, and peace that needs sowing

Within a heart that has forgotten it’s glowing

Pieces gone with the breeze thats blowing

Can be gathered all along the way, reassembled with time, and thread for sewing



The rust beneath the very exterior
Makes the being feel inferior
Reminds you not to look too deep into the interior
Or feel much more drearier
All motives are ulterior
No matter how superior
It isn’t worth feeling wearier
It will only get eerier
Keep your thoughts all the cheerier
Don’t waste the years being the only querier