What Propose

My eyes flatter then open to thee fullness, another day to struggler through.
Now to focus my eyes with all my effectiveness to drive the wander of the baneful 
day
 
I struggle to my shower for no purpose at all, turn on the water and watch the 
droplets fall over me, taking away my will and giving simple short term relief.
Day in day out, the same life, the same impact on my head, heart and spirituality, 
why did I wake up? As yesterday is today, it’s like my own bag I unzip and let my 
emotions rule and focus me.

This is what I have been taught, a tangible way of living my life, I go to work come 
home and start again, so why do I feel so bad.

What are these intangible feelings I can’t see, yet I feel them rise from my stomach 
to my heart, why do they confuse me and I cannot explain them in a book.
Maybe I need to listen to my untenable voice, maybe I need to see I with my heart, 
maybe there is more to me then a world I can clearly see with my eyes, maybe I 
need to stop looking outwards  but start to look inside where my tummy is yelling at 
me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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