High aspirations,
Looking for zen,
But this human condition,
Has me wondering when.
With a smile I weather the storm,
I want to bend like a reed,
That could be the norm,
If only my soul were freed!
I try to walk the path,
That leads to calm resolve,
It's a funny kind of math,
That will help me to evolve.
It takes constant effort,
But I fail all the time,
And in that there is a comfort,
To make mistakes is no crime.
6-6-19
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