Being calm and reflective of how life plays out,
There’s a sense that my feelings are not about me
But a world steeped in misery, doom, and despair.
So consumed by the whim of the bull and the bear,
How does making a living with spirit agree?
It’s a Feeling Response that invigorates doubt.
At this time, opportunity shows a rare face.
Though emotions are swayed I can keep a cool head.
Nature leaves me responsible for what I do
To provide entertainment and maybe a clue
To a world nonexistent. This life I do dread.
Should I speak this too loudly I live in disgrace.
Not so instantly gratified I take the lead
Of a strong inner voice with a message of hope.
Is this all that I need to keep working this way?
Spirit speaks to me clearly. I will have my day.
I do not know how long it will take so I cope
In a fertile aloneness. This way I’ll succeed.
Weeding out my incompetence comes with some ease.
Part of that is my knowing my work will stay here
And dissolve in to nothingness as will my flesh.
Life appears to be destined. This world does enmesh
Every aspect of living in consummate fear
Of not leaving behind something others would seize.