LOSS OF SELF:Sketches of normalcy

Have I erred in my ways

Looking aside rather than sway

Into direction required and toss my hay

Have I gotten more comfortable with each day

That passes by as though it were normal

To lose all focus and purpose of moral

For what are morals if discipline in self were crushed like coral

Under heavy hammer to seek out the pearl

And instead of pearl out came crushed dreams?

A mixture of sorrow in tint of pain

A broken pearl is all in vain

As time is lost in process of breakage.

Let not things be normal and time as usual

Redo the things you loved that made you unusual

Gave you inner strength and an energy arousal.

Slack not in action and get not used to redundancy.

PePa.