My life is a missed opportunity, to pursue a Divine global unity,
In the morning I struggle to grow, at bed time disconnected from Flow.
Proclaim “I just don’t know what to do, to fix all that has gone so askew.”
Bury face in my hands cry “Boo hoo! Do I really deserve toxic stew?”
But now listen, my poor lonely child. Listen closely as I broadly smile.
What they’ve said it’s not true, it’s not true. There’s no reason for you to be blue.
So stand up child, stand up, it is time, it is time. Please heed closely the one brings this rhyme.
For his reason is spiritual coup, to remind you of something that’s true.
Now take a breath, sigh relief. There is really no reason for grief.
All that you have to do is be true, to the God that is deep inside you.
Now I end this small rhyme with a chime, invite you to a new paradigm.
Avoid all consequence of wrong choice, just let God within you have a voice.