I could make better use of my time
By not pretending
Everything is fine
I could make better use of my day
By not pretending
Everything is okay
I would be much more productive
Once I succeed in
Kicking out these thoughts
The ones that are intrusive
The ones that are destructive
Taking up space in my head
Making up things no one said
Creating scenes that
Don't need to be seen
Staining the purity
Making me feel unclean
I pray for the balance
Returning to center
Rededicated to
Getting myself together
It feels like a crime to be sad
When I can't even remember
Anything happening
In my own life that was bad
Maybe I'm slowly going mad
Existential dread is a thing, right?
Where nothing is wrong
But you can't see the light
You're afraid to open your eyes
Anxious about an unpleasant surprise
Waiting on the other side
I heard that this is a type of grieving
But I can't afford the cost of fear
I refuse to stop believing
In the goodness I already carry
Generationally blessed
Until I'm dead and buried
My life is just a seed in the ground
In the Earth of this Universe
With every layer of concrete I face
I resolve to break through
And everything I'm longing to be
And working to do
Is manifesting properly
At the appointed time
I rise again and again and again
I'm coming to get what's mine.
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