back to the grind
like teeth in the head
working with all I have
and it’s all I got to
go on you see?
wanting too much
at times
different turns and corners
around which
I might hide
seeing things
in my shoes
much different
don’t care what they
may say behind
nothing to be
upset with here
content with it all
eventually everything
will work itself out
a flower among weeds
was nothing
but poison to my heart
and mind
future uncertain
never have been
the one for
anyone
my guru sees me
for who I am
and he is gone
teaching me
to unlearn lessons
once taught to be truth
alone sit
infinite wisdom
all around
at fingertips
and toes
nothing concluded…
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