As I explore the universe of my brain,
my soul at times suffers an energy drain.
So I down shift to my lower gears,
try to pull out of my negativity and fears.
The only problem with shifting down,
there's no more power gears to be found.

My transmission becomes stuck,
then I really need wisdom and not luck.
Luck won't drive the big truck!
An empty gas tank,
in quick sand the weight still will sank.
So further out I tip toe on the plank.

Break of the plank, down I fall,
no more gears, just a wisdom recall.
Hello my fine feathered friend,
you're about to come to your end.
Wait a minute here!
I was searching for my last power gear,
you mean I'm feathered in wings?

So I scrap my metal, forget the gears,
jump out of my truck of fears,
fly with the eagles, soar with the wind,
trying to pull this universe together again.

Still there are fractions,
evil small mind boggling reactions.
They float through in disguises,
masked out marauders I despises.
Pirates after the souls treasures,
using weapons of strong unlimited measures.

In this small fraction of my space,
I'm lost, right in my own face,
blind before good does catch,
caught before, there would be no match.
Defeating would be a breeze,
instead there's the forest of trees.
Wondering around,
wanting out of the nook,
I write myself out in book.

GEMorrison

Thanks all for your support.
I may stay. Right now it's in limbo,
whether I will go.

aka LnS