You know you want to grow.
One thing leads to another
and there you ask yourself what.
On the outside
it looks like thinking:
okay, this is pieces.
Take you away from time.
The steps to get there,
but nowhere to go.
You promise to dive in
and see the system.
An hour to find hope,
running time honestly.
You’re interested in doing.
You love the years,
earning enough to give.
You try to figure out my path.
Together the right
kind of overwhelmed.
All the intuitive private.
You need questions, a map:
imagine loving only knowing.
What you want but you actually
see you get there, where
you feel “no, thank you.”
Pulls on your bucket,
even loving the field,
full in a sweet earning.
Enough to take care,
make life possible,
totally within difference.
In their lives
a little to a lot,
I mean everything.
