A yellow leaf drops onto my laptop As I sit outside and desire a breakthrough. The sun glimmers through the golden green leaves Touching my cheeks and dancing on my freckles.
Will the breeze whisper guidance To help me take the right path? Or will I be forced to listen, and listen To the silence that is waiting, for me, to sit patiently.
Do I have to fall and breakdown? Crack, crumble, and break my ego’s crown? Or can I choose to be amongst the few, Who create their own breakthrough?
Destiny blows through my soul Shouting out, demanding, and taking it’s toll. There must be a balance between Spirit, and being, just another human.