Confess, it’s a mess, life
Bless us, we confess, my knife
death brings life, life death, circles surround
peace is a child’s wish
not like a fish, war is survival.
Confess, it’s a quest
your move in chess,
my wife, my queen
king’s to rule?
Confess to the bloody mess
while you study, impress
death, life, life, death, circles
inner peace takes time, patience, love, forgiveness, and release.
So confess, be free, connect to that inner wise child.
Moira Levant / COCOA2.com © December 27th 2017