PEACE, AT LAST
The winds of change
Have visited me again.
And I realize
One never really grows up;
But we do mature.
Things that once consumed my thoughts
Are now blown away on the scattering breeze.
Some identities choose to stagnate
In their carnal pleasures,
Happy with the way they are.
Opportunities for growth
Will repeatedly knock
Until a patterned is discovered.
Fear of change
Will hold us back
From the betterment of our lives
Once we accept
that we can only change
things without ourselves
will our situation improve.
We are powerless in a world of greed!
The only true liberation
Is to seek truth
Away from the confines of man