A waste of time is never real,
life does not carry guarantees.
Innocence holds a great appeal,
but must depend on silent pleas.
Who knows what tomorrow reveals?
Let fate answer for what will be.
What will it take to turn the wheel?
Belief that what is sensed turns keys.
Who dictates what becomes ideal?
People that need security.
What transformed hearts into cold steel?
Permitting others to steal glee.
Where is strength found to fight ordeals?
Behind closed eye wise souls can see.
What answers come if ego kneels?
Correct ones as spirit flies free.
Why does this life feel so surreal?
Each one of us lives in a dream.
What makes the truth seem so unreal?
Deceptive thoughts that disagree.
Lessons are learned once scars have healed
Inside each heart, buried so deep.
Wisdom exists although concealed,
enlightened soul, bright energy.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy