| Wistfully staring, unaware of where my eyes had led.
Stranded in a seen of frustration, blue
And red swirled into a cloudy desperation.
What are my choices?, I thought
Absentmindedly. Staring. Wondering.
The blues dismay and reds passion.
Blissfully I pulled myself within the covers
Of my confusion, warmed by the lack of
Understanding and bleakness which lay ahead.
Lack of knowledge does not mean fear,
Instead it simply may mean a greater
Amount of trust in the unknown.
Chaos absentminded chaos that could
Only mean the continual frustration
Might not ever end in the way I had hoped
It might
What choice did I have but to ride
This chaos. Let it ride.
Knowledge grew to hopeless faith
Which held me up with power.
I knew that I was not in control
But instead a great power above
Myself, was leading this day.
And this made the situation livable. |
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