Missing Out
Missing Out ?
For some, parts of life they restrain.
From passion, love, compassion they refrain.
Living out life in this fashion, what will they gain ?
Freedom from a life of pain ?
Missing the essence of each moment, missing freedom’s train ?
Fears that lay heavy upon one’s heart, create much strain !
One has to wonder ?, what of that life, will remain ?,
to carry them through and on to the next plane.
One has to wonder ?, who’s hands reign.
One has to wonder ?, who’s eyes shed the rain,
who has the power to pull, the rein ?
B. J. “A” 2
November 26th, 2012
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