Inhabited between
wild things,
wonderful things,
Who Am I?
No longer a main priority,
no longer stapled to a better forever
determining worth and future.
I am the problems I’m not letting go of.
I am the energy and struggle to do better
in this Magical universe,
reincarnate like eggs in a nest.
My wonderful soul is witching on Cosmic music
sounding brighter than the sun to every Poet
driving everything fresh
alive;
caressing the Muse upon my brow.
The most clouded minds
find a way into the Beautiful.
Let’s dance that jive a bit confused
alone together.
Inhabited between
wild things,
wonderful things,
greatly used into a smile strangely grinning
through the garden door of life,
into a Beautiful high.
“I am the problems I’m not letting go of” is one of your best lines ever. Great reflection!
Thanks Mark. We humans like some of our baggage too much. But it’s always better to get rid of it.