I wish I could share
All the good that I know.
I feel lost among lost;
Like a seed that won’t grow.
I feel defeated at times;
Mired in fear.
That everyone’s sleeping;
Unable to hear;
Walking their way;
Their own path to follow.
Unaware that their purpose
Is shallow and hollow.
I feel compelled to ignore;
Drawn-just to observe.
To not get caught up;
To get ahead of the curve.
Feeding-in to others
Seems a game of reaction.
What’s the point?
Where’s the traction?
Brings me back to the point,
I must pave my own way.
Find purpose and meaning;
Joy that will stay.
I believe that way
Is through having a plan.
One where I’m leading;
My flame that I fan.
NOT FOR RANT 