Truth

Truth
Racing your left leg with your right like you have a purpose for it,
Turning the gears of your mind so fast like you have something of value to put work on,
Waking up like you have something to open your eyes to,
You have the guts to smile when your soul is in a place of drought,
You are being driven by so many forces to the point you can not realize that you are being so,
Creating your own purpose, you delight in meeting your own standards,
What on earth makes sense that you keep falling for the world when your world is in great war?
What is a priority that is greater than finding a purpose to do anything?
What is it that makes full sense?
Where can we really rest our heads and be satisfied without working for it?
First step, stop chasing after the wind
Second step, observe what is without attachment to anything
Third step, seek the truth