Navigating the choppy waters of the feminine
I don’t know how your doin’ yours, but scores of other bro’s pores are perspiring.
It gets tiring, trying to hold together the strings of your life without expiring.
Inspiring action, is the transaction of a sacred interaction.
The most fundamental magnetism, draws you to a fire baptism, listen you’re on a mission. No two ways about it, a journey an adventure, don’t you ever doubt it. Starts small like Frodo, gets big like Bono, now you’re on the choppy waters and it starts to feel like oh no.
Oh sure, you’re the man for the job everybody knows it, Bullshit? Then quit! Grab that towel and throw it.
What options have you explored, how deep are you prepared to dig, what if it’s neither of you, and the entire game has been rigged?
Maybe it’s time to transcend, this doesn’t have to end. Choppy waters are choppy waters, so gather your resources spend, time in the silence, form an alliance, the sages provide guidance, I’ll apply some poetic licence to identify the tyrants.
Fear, is in you
Doubt, it’s in you
Cowardice, it’s you to
Help, what are you going to do?
Through the thick and the thin, you can win, but you’ll have to begin to, brew a new concoction, build a new construction, few have got the unction, time to master seduction.
Eruption, near the surface, turmoil find some purchase, search this in the soul, your worth this, it’s not worthless, there’s prizes when you work this. Give your gift, you mustn’t shirk this.