By Mac Guerreiro
Eye don't always have words,
Even when eye do,
At times they just don't leave my lips,
And eye find myself wondering,
"What is it?"
Is my being not ready to speak?
Or is my mind getting ahead of my authority?
Tough to tell when eye've learned to mind manifest so well,
The journey continues though,
And every day eye find myself finding more light,
Choosing to come at life softly,
Becoming mindful of when eye'm holding on too tight,
He's been helping,
So much more than he knows,
My world gets lighter as the days come and go.