KARMA

Peter Woodgate

 

I can see when I shut my eyes

For all that mist called life

Obscures the truth within all things,

Creating stress and strife.

 

Within our minds data exists

Revealed when sight’s obscured,

Thoughts are sought within our souls,

And tension then is cured.

 

Each day that dawns, a problem,

Exists to bring us down,

A puzzle that needs solving

It’s then we need our crown.

 

It glitters with a horde of gems,

Each one will shine a light,

Upon the answer that we need

To win each daily fight.

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate