Days in, days out, it gets soft, it screams aloud.
That’s the monkey monkey monkey mind, so illusive, yet not hard to find.
Oh, please don’t mind my monkey mind.. sadistically tugging at my side.
What you’ll find, is a light flickering in the distance.
A hope, a thought, a question.. one we’ve learnt to nest in.
We’ll find solace in the pain.. the inexplicable gain that stirs from acknowledging and respecting the human strain.
Now babe, that’s just the name of the game.
Acceptance and love, it’s always enough.
All this lofty stuff, alleged ‘fluff’ is the root of it all.
How easy it is to stall, and recall the growth and progress, shadowed by that inevitable stress.
Oh that angst regarding purpose.. it’s sure to resurface, the rules unknown, yet the patterns carved in stone.
Over and over, the monkey mind will surface, questioning and festering any progress thats occured.
Deep in your heart, however… you know your soul has been stirred.
~Pd