In the course of life we wander among others,
Through mists of memory we grapple with ghostsThat haunt the edges of demands for decisions
To embody other’s goals that crush our own hopes.
While we leap through hoops of unstable circles
And clutch for strings of uncertain dreams That fabricates nothing but pathetic ruses
As promises made, converge into schemes.
Yet left to ourselves to sort through our thoughts
We clear our minds to contemplate our own livesTo find we’re much more than a chance cast of lots
And we finally discover that our own Spirit thrives.
1 comment:
Not only thrives but lives on forever the spirit is eternal. Your poetry is strong in thought, flow, and has deep meaning thanks for giving me your blog. It is great to share the creative dreaming that come out of your beautiful poetry.
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