What have I done
and
where will I be
in
a year
decade
century
Will I know
know
the time to let go
to let be
Will these answers
come
in a rush of clarity
or
quietly while I sleep
peacefully.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
What year is this?
Is it the year
Of my freedom, my triumph?
Or just another disaster
I must and will master.
Creeping, crawling through
The sadness, the madness
Striving for some gladness
To dwell here in my heart
When will it start?
When will all this muddy
Turmoil leave, depart?
Nothing wrong
Just following along
With the throng.
Yes, nothings wrong
It’s just that
Nothings right
In this year
This year of sadness
I’m living tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The morning rises sun in tow
Showing all a new way to go
Follow the path
Down to the road
That takes you
Where you can behold
Wonders beyond your imagination
Wonders all untold.
Follow your imagination
Guided by your intuition
On that trail
Meant for you alone to go
See things that you can accomplish
See things that others can also do
Make this year a wonder
As the morning rises there
Above of you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013