Taking Stock

Taking Stock


did some hard thinking

a bit of mind blinking

calling spade a spade

in light of day, no shade

 found self rather wanting

when words are uttered

without hundred percent

conviction, they are flaky

how to make my words

matter not empty chatter

realised past experiences

had shaded tinged biased

how to wash off utterings

bleach them to regain purity

of innocence and conviction

childlike wonder, acceptance

i am but a work in progress

help me god not to regress

if i fail find me life’s egress

as I refuse to live in distress 

(picture from internet)


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