Poetry makin
Without it
My mind is forsaken
Don't doubt it
No if's, and's or but's
Without it I'm nuts
And suddenly
I'm out of a rut
It was meant to be!
For all to see!
The essence of being
Lies in to "be"
To be alive
To be breathing
Crickets crick
And birds are singing
That's the trick
It's the battles you pick!
The ones inside your head
So don't be a prick
One day you'll be dead
And when you look back
I hope it's not said
"If only I did that instead.." ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive 🙏 Check out yogabud.org for more • Instagram: @yogabud.flow
