A world of sticky morass
Multiple shaded choices
Never ending demands
Inordinate dark feelings
An urge for white peace
Multi-tasking under stress
Unable to take the first step
Too much woolly information
A will to push hard
Erase old habits
Write a new chapter
Find a dream theme
A chronic conundrum
In everyone’s world
Going back to roots
The origin of wisdom
Old habits die hard
Chained by my cravings
As banal roads I go each day
Unable to make my way
Now I’m a different man
Reading between the lines
Crossed over the bridge
Seen myself in a new land
I have sown the seeds
And now under those trees
Looking back at my change
I’ve found my soul in life
Life’s pleasant song
Is sung in one certain way
Doing one good thing
Just once a day
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