What am I here for?
What should I do?
I’m tired of the stresses
And feeling so blue
I’m fed up of feeling so empty inside
And smiling for nothing and trying to hide
I know I’m not alone in feeling this way
And i hope every morning I feel better that day
But the gnawing, the niggle, just gets bigger inside
And my growing discontent is harder to hide
I have to do something it won’t disappear
But if I’m honest I’m full up with fear
I’ve no clue what to look for or where I should start
Should I follow the leader or follow me heart
I’m doubtful that grass will be greener until
The lotto is won or I’m left cash in a will
I feel kind of crazy , like I’m losing my mind
And I want to do more for myself and mankind
I’m fecked if I know where to start,
What to do
What’s that? Oh, it’s Monday
Another week gone to pooh
Do you ever feel like this?
From She is... Owning Her Shadow
The Golden Apothecary
A little poetry, practice and philosophy each morning — with a touch of gold for the day ahead.