Man on a branch

A Poem by Mixedthoughts

My path and how I get help

Proposed with two choices love or fear

One road of the status quo
The other making a ruckus and a show
Raised to not make noise and go with the flow

Walking down the path determined to find the missing piece
Never knowing how it feels to be at peace
My vision is narrow my mind is not sure
Its like I'm blind, everything around is a blur

A man on a branch watching with patience
Seemed so calm while I feel so tense
Jealous of the fact in him finding his piece
He said "i found mine when I fell to my knees"

I fell to my knees and nothing happened
Still feeling so empty this must be all pretend
I am so lost and unsure where to go
Wondering if this is the lowest of the low

Thanks man for the useless advice
I must go on, I have very little time
The Anxiety to hurry is filling very fast
While dwelling all my mistakes of the past

Hopefully something good happens to me
Maybe that will help find the piece to be
My thoughts full of negativity and doubt
Still Not realizing fear fuels this mental drought

This is not my fault I'm feeling this way
It is him, the man on the branch, he could help but decided not to say
Why watch me suffer while I walk this path
Give me the answer! It should be like math!

As soon as I asked everything went black
An overwhelming rush hit like a brick filled backpack
I entered a new world with no worry of time
It was lovely, everything seemed to flow and rhyme

I approached the same man sitting on the branch
He said go have fun, and never forget to dance
Never be a coward and never not to fight
he then dusted off the layer covering my light

It shined so bright and I danced with joy
I was ready for the world and play like it were a toy
it doesn't have to be hard, In fact you can make it easy
Just smile and never be sleazy

Now open your eyes and practice this advice
Never forget to ask and always be nice
I will always be here watching over you
I will be your guide so you will never lose

Forced to surrender when things got too dark
we then realized our dog has a bark
Always Have confidence in choosing love
It feels just right, like a glove

As soon as we point the finger we see a mirror
Still trying to blame and oblivious to the fear
So confused how it came upon us
Then forgetting the only true supporting truss

Give the power to him as we work like his bees
We are here to further his teachings and fall on our knees
Surrender the mind and follow the heart
Now we sit back and cruise as he pushes the cart

I am happy with me and and learning to love more
I am my own best friend even if I'm dirt poor

Be patient, with love. Namaste