Translating Life
did i make it all up
inside my head, again?
did i write my own book
instead of following
the greater plan?
should i have walked
towards the future?
heaven knows, i ran.
destiny plays her tricks
on me. i want to believe
my mind perceives
reality as it is.
disenchanted with
the actuality of existence.
jaded from years spent
translating life
into something my soul
could comprehend.
and it's still hard
to understand
just what it all means.
but i'll wait for the breeze
to push me along
and i'll stand in the storm
to become strong.
i'll stay in the garden
and eat from the tree of life.
maybe then i would have
enough time.
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