Way ward

Way ward words flow
lost ad-mist the drama.
Peace of mind floats
away kinda like a dream.

Pray for better days as I
lay here locked in thought.
What is the price of freedom
that which was sought was not
what was wrought.

Try to look beyond the surface
of the matter and find the voice
of truth ad-mist the constant-ant
chatter.

The truth will set you free try to
see the path to a better way.

These dreams scream for fulfillment.
Are these goals really so far out of reach?

Perhaps we ought to practice what we preach
and look at the way that we teach.
If only to reach a point of return .

Weary minds seek rest and at times
this life's trials feel unending rending
asunder the tolls extols and we question why.