Constant repetition of old
Hands no longer hold
When used in vain
You are no longer the same
Vain hands sow
Same pattern ever slow.
Pursuit by greed
Buried, lost forgotten seed
Excuses delays its growth.
Constant conformation of norm
Hearts lacks but now numb.
Stuck in the pattern of one's existence.
Like a seed planted
Refusing to absorb the required substance
That propels its growth
Crowned by thorns that resembles fear of change
Frightened by lessons of life
Refusing to see the light.
Blocking physical and spiritual sight.
As though imprinted in our genes.
Stuck in a mirage
Unless we break from the norm
And seek change
We will forever be numb.
