What do I do, to reduce thou misery?
Yes you, whom the world sees as happy
Masked in competition is the battle of life,
if not literal, then the metaphorical kinds ….
For that you cant leave,
yet you have left it behind…
Some races you never wanted to run,
searching today, for their finishing lines…
Can’t change a thing that went by,
can’t catch a break,
though you sincerely try…
Misery may follow the miserable,
for it’s just a thought away
Smiling decoys of life are all,
everyone’s own way…
So I say to thee,
Oh smart in your head
but never when it matters
the cloud of misery is forever nigh,
But if u stare hard enough,
and apply your mind.
Just for the sake rhyme,
call it the sight of hind
In all your thoughts across time
something good must have come,
for you survived.
If not literal, then the metaphorical kinds ….
That something is what you must find
keeping within itself, misery occupied
In the perfect storm that brews in your mind, go chasing the silver line…