The rested fibres of my being,
Cling on to what they know.
Hypnotised in comfort,
Deafening their siren cries!
Please stop bewitching my ideas!
All this chaos clouds my clarity.
I know, a simple choice seems fruitful,
So seemingly sweet and easy.
Tumbling, I keep tripping on these fibres.
Bellowing their voices as they tease me.
My own mind won't believe me...
I keep trying to remind her,
She can snap those fibres that bind her.
Time so dizzy from fighting to unwind her.
A kind thought or a smile I prescribe,
Keep marching on,
As the tide is controlled by moon.
Those fibres are in service of you!
Rise up with the sun this beautiful morning,
A new destiny, so vibrant is calling.
What nonsense to keep repeatedly falling,
If you know your path is true.