I have come across some journeys,
But I am eager for adventures ahead.
I have always been at fault,
For the harm of spirit I have caused.
It is some clarity I seem to find,
In the murky waters of life,
When I am put to the test,
And my slim beliefs are all that allow me rest.
I have seen a plethora of grand and magnificent,
My bucket list is the only jealous one.
Every simple breath that I stop and take,
Is the difference between life and death to my spirit.
I have to be on guard for the meltdowns I allow,
My soul demands them at quiet interludes.
My truth is worse in definition,
That when I break in pieces
It is only me there, to design the puzzle again.