• It’s all that surrounds you,
    What we don’t understand.
    It’s all that we can’t do
    And all that we can.

    It’s what we can’t avert
    So we keep it inside.
    It’s sweet reckless comfort
    With no pain to hide.

    It’s all but surrender
    In seeking the light.
    It’s blowing on embers
    And gaining new sight.

    It’s the thorn beneath the rose.
    It’s surviving the pain.
    It’s danger to pose.
    It’s breaking the chains.

    And when it’s all over,
    When we’re free of the strife,
    We’ll always remember
    The wild ride, life.

    Happiness is a mindset.
    Misery is surrender.
    So pray at every sunset,
    Refuse your soul to render.

    ~**~