We wish to forget this unnecessary pain
A lifetime feels like less than a day
Looking forward to the future and all the unknown
With so much confusion, consider the soul.
A spark, a light that never grows old
The symbolic words that we hold
The large oak is rooted in the earth.
Is the symbol of optimism that we need to learn
Sacred words that go unheard
With so much, illusions consider the soul.
What is our direction when no one knows which way to go?
Find the little point of light you will always find a home.
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2021
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