Good Things In My Spring!
Good Things In My Spring!
My spring takes a sigh..!
With blooming daisies and lilies,
As I pen a zigzag life,
Cushioning my cracking self-beliefs.
"What is it to be happy?"
My curious soul infinitely dwells,
I say it’s less to do with others,
More to do with self!
"But how ‘bout the worldly norms?"
Exclaims a probing brain!!
That you must adhere to survive,
It levies on me, while I stand in disdain!
Like what rain does to a dry land,
Turns green, a patch so brown,
For an aching median upraised by a human,
It’s for another human to bring it down!
A guitar string then resonates in the hills.
Ushers me out of my quilt,
My peace embraces me all over,
As I quit my fears, leave behind my guilt!
You must break free once in a while!
Not every hymn needs to be chimed,
Once a while, you must resume all pauses,
Not every mountain needs to be climbed!
A little bird then sings crossways,
Unlocks my canons sealed so insane,
Hums a soothing note...
My clutched soul breathes again!
Now I hold a conscience sans liability,
And everything that happiness brings,
Love, peace, and serenity,
These are the good things in my spring!