Refreshed

In moments of clarity

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What a relief
to know I’m okay;
illusions and problems
are games that I play.
They swirl and dance
in reactions of grey,
nourished from focus — 
I feed them all day.
So lets put them down
and discard of the weight.
Why do I carry them?
Why do I stray?
’Cause ego needs justice
and try though it may,
awareness gets lost
in the heat of the fray.

Breathing, remembrance,
I need them to stay,
this mind is a nightmare —
just stuck on replay.
It’s time to awake,
get sincere, and to pray.
All moments now chances
to leave fear at bay.

The old me’s been tarnished,
it’s withered and frayed —
but such a relief
to know I’m okay