I interrogate the outside whirled a lot. Though sometimes the best question, the most fruitful question, is: “What is it about this situation that disturbs ME?” This helps me come to better terms a bout my own, inner peace, and inner turmoil…
Why’s Guise
I found myself playing
Catch-up
As I hid
Behind
My non-stop questioning
Parently as sum why’s guise
How hard it might
Be
Looking within
Without accepting
Caught up in the mirror reality
Soully pondering if
It looks like a duck
Walks like a duck
And quacks like a duck
Then it’s a duck
And sucking avoid
As eye decided
To look elsewhere
Then my self
I plodded a weigh
Too get out
Of dodge
By coming to
Where in the real fight is
Won self
