20 Oct 2012

Wild Garden

I lose myself to find myself
I release my demands, and gifts pour in
I ease up on life and it begins to flower
In a way that there is nothing left to win

My manicured garden was a pretty place
But demanding and stressful to maintain
My wild garden is a delightful place
That hardly causes any strain

It has taken a while to be able to surrender
After years of holding the reigns so tight
Strange it seems that without much doing
Thinks are working out just alright

What a magnificent script I'd written
To make believe I have to manage this show
Fabulous delusion, cleverly crafted fiction
That had taken my thoughts and emotions in tow.

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