Tongue and Cheek
It has taken ahold of me once more.
Basking and marinating;
my life is in limbo.
At a halt,
with a glance,
and then just as quickly sets as the sun.
Moments are cherished
but then despised with a gun.
Feeling the chambers loaded with each shell,
the thought it so real,
But where does that leave us?
Going forth without fighting seems almost wrong to do
To feel the hesitation before the purposeful self infliction,
does it not make one wonder why the sudden draw back?
Your soul, your mind, is a temple for you to unwind.
Do not let life's challenges win,
for they come and go,
just as the wind.
Open your third eye to the atmospheric life around you.
Set yourself free,
and just be.