Incubation to Transformation
Lost in daily routine, a ferret on its wheel Slithering out of bed, wash and dress Traffic lights, raging cars pass by Body ache, behind a desk for over eight Get home, change and cook No time to love, bed is on the clock The day is done, but what have I done? Staying at home, a wish came true Lockdown now, overwhelmed and confused Fear all around, drowning with news Thoughts rise, eat what’s in sight All this time, laying heavy on this earth Over consumption, pollution and destruction The day is done, but what have I done? Nothing to do, into a dark retreat Surfacing, that which lays beneath Feelings creep, past pain arises Guilt surfaces, chest ache heightens Loveless thoughts, loneliness prevails The mind, inner and outer obliteration The day is done, but what have I done? Storm so strong, took over the soul Wrapped the body, tight and hold Squeezing suffering, tears juiced Enveloped, consciousness is numb
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