The sign it beckons To you to try Makes no sense You wonder why Standing alone One day at a time Working so hard For nickels and dimes Time your enemy Yet your greatest friend Flows without reason World without end Making no sense Or so it appears You call out for help Think no one hears Yet part of a plan This road you walk Time to listen Time to talk Just an illusion Inside your head Do you even hear The words that are said Going round in circles There is no need Slave to your actions When you could be freed Listen to your voice The sound it makes Watch the ripples of water Glide through the lake And know yourself The part you play Understand the meaning Of the words you say Notice shadows on the wall The patterns they make Knowing that nature Makes no mistakes Here on earth With a story to tell No need to panic All is well Less is more More is less There are no no's The answer is yes -Samantha Brickell
This is more beautiful than peanut butter sandwiches. Half way thru I realized I was bopping my head -- now that's a good poem. Thanks mucho for sharing.
every time i come to this poem i keep thinking i've already commented, but i haven't it confuses me such! anyhoo, i thing ganja goo hits the nail on the head excellent my mang
