Reaching

Some say we think too much
Make our own reality
Yet reason is a slave
Passion makes us free.

What we purchase makes demands
Turns our wanting into musts
We are exhausted in the end
Was it worth the fuss?

Never should one squander
We use the word succeed
Reaching all our lives
Wanting worthwhile deeds

What is found in dreams
Always sees the best
Will have a perfect end
Put everything to rest

It is things that disappoint
And they will see decay
What is real dwells in hearts
It cannot fade away

Thought

What do we have but spirit
We cannot see but feel
Your voice is near, I hear it
Can a heart really heal?

Inside the feelings are clear
But the world is changing
If healing brings change, I fear
Uncertainty will claim me

Are these mere thoughts?
Life is has no meaning
Unless they are caught
Hearts absorb feelings

We are contemplation
There is no reason to let go
Things should be rationed
We never leave what we know