Distorted Lens
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Looking within, yet I don’t like what I see. The false god in my
thoughts of insecurity. Never good enough, where does it end?
When will I decide to let go & be my own friend? It may seem
sad, or that I’m angry in some way. Yet, I’m just trying to
understand how to live the day. I guess the coveting is of other
people’s knowing. What I lack with this, only my feelings are
showing. Moving forward with a train of thought I don’t want.
The paradox is, I’m the conductor in the front. Such confusion
can be let go of or freed from? Maybe with compassion for
what’s been done. How do I know God when I can’t hear the
invisible? Do I just try to know myself, so I’m not as
miserable? Forgive my frustration, I still have hope for the
insight, When I let it all go & surrender, maybe even tonight,
It’s entertaining to think of the tangled web we weave,
However, a yes needs to be a yes, as to not deceive, Such a
human drama, such a life on Earth, Pondering about why I
signed up for this birth, Of who I am, this life, & the
circumstances, I’ll try again & again, until I reset all of my
chances. To walk into a new way of being, Perception is now
different from what I’m seeing, A new world where it’s all the
same, A spiritual realm within this material plane. Chemical
reactions of the brain, with medicine all the same.
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