So many people

move about this world,

and go about life,

but are the ways it’s being done,

and all the ways being carried out,

is it actually living?

or just simply existing?

being versus becoming—

or not doing so at all; either way,

wasted days—

sleepless nights—

living for others; instead of self,

for at times life can really bite,

and we have to fight—

for everything; while also still holding on,

with times also left wandering,

moments of right that turned wrong,

indecisions that would’ve been,

more than alright—

for we all possess the power,

of free will choice—

and along with that; a heart and voice,

a mind and body of course,

to reach depths within—

never thought possible,

getting back to self,

and remembering exactly,

the real you that has; always existed,

and not to get it twisted,

but to go far beyond,

what may or may not be,

so called realistic—

hesitation as the culprit,

being our own worst enemy,

self sabotaging and feeling,

less and less happy and unfulfilled,

as the years roll by; and gets further revealed,

to be present and with a coming future,

with no fate sealed—

for what happens first,

begins in the spirit and mind,

each and every time—

both now and until,

for each one of us experiences,

Our very own mind field.

PM