Maybe
Maybe
Just maybe
You have been asleep all these while
Ignorant to admit, ignorant to accept
Daily doses of the procrastinate juice
You ever felt you got it all but still empty?
Ever feel like you smile a lot but not happy?
Ever feel like you lost something to realize that you no longer had it
Ever feel like you get way more praise than you deserve?
Wait, or less praise than you deserve?
Everybody wants change, nobody wants to change
Everybody wants money, nobody wants to work hard
Everybody wants love, no one is ready to give anything up for it
Everybody wants peace, but never search or sense it
Waking up every morning, feeling so melancholy
Not because of lack of money, or lack of love
But lack of something, something you never knew you lost
Wind of thought, wind of perception
Losing yourself, past imprisonment
Future withheld, present oblivion
You, your identity, lost. no records
Years spent, fighting with words
No finger lifted, no body movement
If wishes were horses, men wouldn't play polo
But wish for more modifications of the horses
Paracletic therapy with one whose voice you turned down
Therapy with Him, through your best friend's voice
You know what you want now, it is crystal clear
Because you have been running the Garden of Eden, utterly naked
At this point, your therapy is ended,
The peace you feel today is one that you have missed so dearly.
Cherish it, it is a gift at its finest
Would I see you again? I hope not,
Love, your therapist
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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