Looking all around, up and down at life’s fountain.
No one there to hear, no one near to feel,
your darkest fears.
So alone and yet so full of faith.
You have no feelings of love or hate.
Just a passion to do what so many others
Also couldn’t wait.
Your mind all scrambled as you tumble
Thru all the waste.
A burning desire to feel the magic.
Everything must be done post haste.
Sometimes the outcome is tragic.
Thoughts get scattered, it’s laid to
separate reality.
Everything has a special meaning
Even the most insignificant learnings
Standing with your head in the clouds
Then, one day, you hit rock bottom,
You pray for forgiveness.
Because you’ve been misguided.
Taken for a ride on some biological sled.
Your mind now is what is clouded.
Your thoughts and actions shrouded.
Doom and despair are all around.
Once again those fears abound.
You can not see life’s reality.
Because death seems the only peace to be found.
This is the cycle of a mind tormented.
The highs and lows of a genetic flaw.
And once again you are on solid ground
With friends and family to help sort it all out
You look back at what of it you can remember.
Cherish the good, fear the bad and
Be thankful you are still alive.
Standing on the mountain, looking at life’s fountain.
It seems as though it was all a dream.
With no one near and no one to hear.
May 2008…Photo adds May 2024 🐝
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