Well, it's right before our eyes. But still the grass is always greener on the chase. It's been twenty something years. But still there's nothing really happening in this town.
We gave into our passions but were never satisfied. And all the public pressure made us only live a lie. Gave into scripting persons who never wished our best.
I feel the pressure pinching. I feel it strangulate. Although I'm on a path. I get enticed to deviate. Sometimes life is peircing. Just want to intoxicate.
As a youth I knew it, and yes I did bend. I wanted acceptance and friends. Confidence broken from repeated peer pressure. I'd give in again and again.
Power takes it right from you. Coward steps on those he screws. Recreation, women used, tossed. Adoration, from others beasts equally as lost. . Dressed to impress you but I really know what's underneath.
I was concerned and I knew I stood firm. So much that I learned, you were green. Needed self esteem but I was too firm. Then ego crept right up on me.
Left many friends behind. I think they went and thought I lost my mind. But for years I felt confined. With all the small thinking of our time. . And I'm convinced nobody would ever have a clue.
Sages recommend. Increase our meditation. Decrease bodily demands. Pilgrams in the streets. Bare feet, they stop and drop and roll. Right in the sacred sand and I know.