Struggles of the young,
struggles of the sprung.
If only you could see,
that life should simply be.
Don't worry about the events happenings,
of things and people.
I know you want ,
to run and shout on top of a steeple.
What's not in your hands,
doesn't lie in others either.
No one is your keeper.
Stop tormenting yourself;
with what rain does not fall, doesn't fall
and doesn't want to fall.
Your thunder's rage
for acceptance to his unknowing storm.
Problems, silent agendas, secret thoughts
all become airborne.
See this silence and calm,
as your time
time to be you.
The rest leave it to fate,
it will save you from resentment and hate.
Your essence and exquisite poise
only seen by the close.
Reserve your sterling being for true loved ones,
the ones of us that love you back.
Breathe. Accept.
My dear, clearness is close.
Copyright © Mino Rock New Year2010
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