Those worries like bramble root through you,
Searching thoughts, digging holes, finding the untrue.
For you I say, this isnt you,
The goodness in the world is your fortune.
Lay to rest what the rest,
Speak, and only care the best,
Of what the best of people have to say.
For you are you,
And the you in you,
Is the best of the world, insane.
These thoughts they bleed,
Into your dreams,
They set aflame, that doubt.
But to you I say,
Take a stroll, take a day,
To see yourself, and who you may.
For you are who you are,
And the you in you,
Is the best of this world, insane.
YOU ARE READING
Often confusing
ПоэзияSecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
