reminding myself peace of subjective

like the flow of my motions

pieces of myself neglected

voids as far wide as oceans

staying dynamic threw commotions

i get my inspiration form trees

they taught me to take seasons in doses

no escaping what’s meant for me

on top of the world, the bottom of the totem

my belonging of this universe guaranteed

my heart is full, it is open

everything is just as it’s meant to be