I sit here; I think and wonder to myself
How could life be so precious, so easy yet so difficult
In these hard times we must cope
With reality of ones being
Struggles are forsaken, and not taken with ease
For flusters of anguish follow
We cannot let the best of us get to our dark side
We must be calm and enjoy what is given to us
Look around and see what you have
It is more then you think
The air you breathe
The sights you see
The people you touch
Who touch you
Without them who would you be?
– Ones being