The Age Of Aquarius: Awakening My Emotions Through Poetry

Don't Force It

Newton's First Law of Motion:

An object a rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force

Well what do you mean by force?

Because my friends call me a force

They say I give off inspirational energy

But when I call my friends it feels forced

These days I feel all out of energy

But an object at rest stays at rest so I keep myself in motion

Running at a continuous speed I wouldn't begin to know the notion

I run as a devotion in search of a magic potion to possess my chest

Maybe then I'll get some rest

Maybe then I'll forget about this mess and I'll become less depressed and my feelings I won't repress

I'm trying my best to be my best

But maybe that's where I'm going wrong

You can lead a horse to the water but you can't make him drink

You can speak to the mule but you can't make him think

Show him an oasis of knowledge but only he decides whether to swim or sink

I'm beginning to see the missing link

In between the pink folds of my brain lies a lane I should follow

It sends a signal down my spine and all feels aligned until I hit a hollow

It becomes hard for me to swallow

And my breathing becomes shallow

I forget everything I know until I remember to breathe slow

In through the nose and out through the mouth I blow

As the air begins to flow it allows the blood to travel back to my heart

Exhausted from battle I make my way back to the start with wisdom to impart onto all but myself

Gather round kids, I've got a story to tell

I tell them life's like a game of chutes and ladders

Either you shoot your shot and make it up the wrung

Or you slide down a level and cry that you're done

After all that you've done you thought you would've already won

You're no longer having fun

I tell them patience is a virtue

What only hurts you won't kill you

And what doesn't kill you makes you stronger

Hold onto the ladder a little longer

Well what do you when someone's throwing tomatoes at you the entire game?

He aims with force you can tell that he's trained

You're covered in red

You can't tell from where it came

You're bruised and bandaged still you continue to climb lame

And you wonder why others don't struggle the same

With each blow I become unbalanced and with each chute I fall down it changes my direction

I'm slowing down I feel my brain and body resting