All is Good

All is good.

All is great.

The life of anybody, afterall, is not exactly easy to anticipate

lying on my lounge, i think of my troubles.

how they once touched me, making me sad.

but;

but then i touched the sky!

sounds abnormal, i know

i touched the sky though, both mentally and physically

but now my life is in my hands, im able to wish and will

able to change my tides, filling my banks of purpose

for now, let me fall through this feeling

an everlasting dream

let me soar within my mind

thoughts flying by, let me conquer them

being at peace with my lifes problems and happiness

letting the only the good entwined

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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