Born again each morning
To the same deluded state,
I’m blind with an old prescription,
Chained to what I want.
Everybody tells me what I should do,
Shows me what I should have.
I bury my soul in debt;
Charm my mind with trinkets.
I let fools preach to me of the
Foam on the waves when
What I need is the depth of the sea.
I pray for the good life and
When my prayer is answered
It is not what I expect.
I keep grasping for desires and
Life keeps taking things away
To teach the great lesson.
The harder I cling
The harder life works to
Pry away my fingers.
When I open my hand ,
Finally, I relax.
Tom Barrett