So many feelings and thoughts to contend with,
Each one is fighting to express itself a little bit.
Sadness wants to remain on the surface and wouldn’t flee,
But stubbornly joy and happiness wouldn’t let that be.
Reason never stops searching for logical explanations and order,
But desires and passions oftentimes interrupt and prove the mightier.
Many thoughts of missed opportunities and regrets haunt me,
But hope the sweet universal cure never fails to comfort thee.
Thoughts of my final rest I no longer fear,
So let me enjoy life while I am still here.
Numerous are my vices and little my virtues,
But I soon slacken the grip and receive my dues.
Thinking of ways and sowing seeds to master myself,
So, I'm looking forward to the day of harvest in and of itself.
All the learned theories and concepts in my reservoir
Have provided me much help so far.
But sometimes my repository of knowledge
Fuels my ego in ways I rather not acknowledge.
Feelings of gratitude continue to fill my heart,
Whenever I set the thoughts of my mind apart.
For I am reminded that my humble existence,
Could easily become corrupted by thoughts of my false sense of importance.
So, while I continue to take stock of my mind,
I am on the lookout for thoughts and feelings of an undesirable kind.
Orlando Patterson
