Even we’re unsure of what to trust for today, what causes these turmoil on our everydays, why does no kind of decision can hold us or last us, we keep listening to the pull of voices
They keep on projecting to you with their opinions unclear, mind seeking anchors into shifting waves of feelings, opinions and regrets
Unguided by countless, uncertain hands we follow the crowd into its every roam without any form of compass, not knowing if we listen to these crowds we’re now totally far from our home…
Those whispers you to just charm you, those words are beyond to clarity, evades your own truth until they will leave you hanging, still with those little fickle moves you’re so easily swayed
You needed all kinds of decisions that isn’t quickly fading, how could this peace be easily swayed, how can this peace take root for this grow firmly
With one’s own heart, you could listen to all, heed each call, or stumble down to waver everything and lose it all
Still, no soul cna stand alone, with your own form judgement even with weathered stone, they see the world, their world both grim and bright that could affect your own world
With a person born in clarity, there’s strength within, that no siren song could turn you to gaze, no fleeting rage can set you to their own ways
For you have your own chosen path, so deep and wise, the path that leads you beneath you to your own calm skies, mark your own territory, as only you can know your boundaries…
Tranquility is a gift so rare, dwell not in riches or in care, it always blooms with a steadfast heart, where your doubt and fear are torn apart into pieces that runs away
But knowing your ship will never fail even through storms, through dark, through endless night, that is your compass that keeps your course to alight
Adjust the sails but stay the course while ignoring the siren’s tempting force, for having fears and doubt are always a part of this journey each with a chasing dream, each with steps that are guided by fickle winds- trusting yourself banish fear that guides you to tranquility…
For in the end, the truth is just plain and simple
The fire of judgement burns you steady
Let your heart be all your own
Those simple fragile walks, are your guiding hand
