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Confusion

Confusion abounds within,
Lost in this mortal skin,
Tired of the mental game,
That only serves to inflame.
Seasons, they come and go,
And I continue to grow,
At times knowing and wiser,
Then closed-minded miser.
Open soul for all to see,
Loved is all I want to be.

Peace and serenity appease,
Anger and frustration tease,
Forever it seems in disarray,
My emotions hunt like prey.
Weakness shown as a plight,
Can never appear to get it right,
Open and free prefer to will,
Sadness or sorrow can't fulfill.
Goddess, help me in my search for bliss,
True love, I fear has left me amiss.

2002

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