Thought I had known what life was all about: Moored firmly in the haze of an unconscious cloud, Only to tremble each time tiniest wind blew. Given a blank slate chance to start anew; Hope was then borne deep out of my core. Not wise enough yet to “the present moment” in full depth explore, I opted to control each sigh and breath: Dismayed by, of potential pathways, mesmerizing breadth, Thought what I want from life I must demand, When every earnest wish I have’s already life’s command.
