Viewpoint

The signals get scattered in our scurried days The constant grind trapping us in a daze So we sit and copy and paste the weeks Unsure of what it is that we seek Even if we are unaware of its purpose Hope is bubbling up under the surface Luckily it won’t remain hidden forever We just need to pull on the right lever Allowing our eyes to pick up the clues To see what has always been true That the transformation is already underway Molding our mess into a masterpiece each and every day While the grind will never go away Let's remember that we have a say In how we frame our life's picture Embracing the messiness may make things richer