Grace
A lot of times I wonder
Merrily dreaming away,
Are these things to ponder
Or am I wandering astray?
If life’s aim is a happy being
Why do I do things queer?
Am I incapable of agreeing
Or is it just neglect sheer?
These things become murkier
The further deep I dive,
Questions become quirkier
In utter vain feels this strive.
Frustrated; my efforts coarse;
A bright bright light I see,
It’s that kind guiding source
O! How I was waiting for thee!
Life’s still the same, and
Things exterior - unflinching,
But horizons start to expand
Hope rises above the lynching.
And then realization dawns,
Faster than in those times past
I am king and am the pawns,
I am nothing and yet, I am vast!
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