by A. M. Buxman
Seeing life only one way can be the cause of great sorrow.
|Living and loving every moment are the depths of my reasoning,
You are here and giving your all in the midst of true hardship,
There is pain in accomplishment of true effort,
The voices are there but we strive through the cluster,
The heaviness weighs in on your good natured soul,
The sheep will lie with the dog and stand with greed,
Through the maze of mallice I can still see the grace,
If only your eyes can see through my lens of reality,
You could then learn to breath in the deep end.