Wasted Wisdom

Hope is a great quality

Hope is the best of drugs

Creating an illusion

Of what is possible

To do or not

Breaking the routine

Of heavy depression

Returning deeds

And actions

To the meager

Reality of patience

Living the Paradox

There are so many different ways to live

So many options in the world

Still why are we so trapped in our own perception

Of what is possible and

How to do things

How life should be?

The Darkest Hour

Sometimes when everything

Feels hopeless and really is

When the pain is not just

Painful but more unbearable

When the need for hope is as greatest

But not available

Sleep comes a the great

Redeemer and liberator

Purifying the mind and soul

Evaporating the illusion

Of darkness into thin air

Inside us we are always

Infinitely more

Than what we feel and

Experience at this very

Moment

Illusions

All those options

That are just illusions

Have no energy for things

That drain you dry

And makes your action

Dirty