if writing is the cure to confusion..
then my mind has been concluding with illusions.
my worries eluding my pencil whenever it starts moving.
i’ve been losing sight of the dreams i’m pursuing.
sluggish movement, a worn out toolkit.
i just might lose grip.
the agony watching as every finger slips.
and what if i let go?
begin a venture into the unknown.
if life has shown me anything..
it’s to stop thinking and just go.
to murder my ego.
to learn how to breathe slow.
if i take my time i just might learn how to see more.
appreciate the present moment, any second it can be gone.
or..
i could be on.
if i let faith be my guide it’s impossible to be wrong.

»B.Don