And so forth...

When I’m stressed,
I wake to “oh God, another day.”
When at ease, same thought

The way out is in.
I try to cleanse the messes 
in my cluttered mind.

When I’m angry,
I think,
it’s only a thought,
and a thought can be changed.

The dying are still living. 
Dying is not dead.
Stay steadfast and true.

Not the reason I do so,
yet the more that I give,
the more I get.

Outside change is nice,
but inside change might be a 
better starting place.

Lightworkers are sacred.
They offered, before birth,
to save the planet.