Sunday, 1 May 2016

Poem: Ought to Permit

these walls have claimed
a right to cling onto me
even if I'd run away,
they would find me
and hold me tighter
to contain me inside
we make copies of ourselves
throughout our lives
many roles you can take on
but always follow through
in the things you teach
we spend our youth
drunk on the idea
that we could live forever
we'd be the first ones
as things start to fly by
we look for a sign of stability
gathering universal truths
this world is full of promises
you can choose to believe
anything you want
but once the mind silences itself
for those who learn to wait
things fall into place
not as you wanted them to be
but as they ought to be

1 comment:

  1. Life may not go the way we want, but it runs the way it should ... beautiful message :-)