I ask who I am,

And patiently wait in silence.

Fingers grip my pen,

The angels send me guidance.

Listen to the birds sing,

There are messages on the leaves of the tree.

Ponder at your great-grandmothers ring,

Everyday search for what it means to be free.

Success has been defined,

In such the wrong way.

No amount of money will make you fine,

We will all one day decay.

There is so much more,

Hidden within us.

Look deep below the core,

Get rid of all the fuss.

All the lies must come out,

Pain is apart of the plan.

Need not sit there and pout,

Simply walk alone in nature, kicking a can.