Poetry makin Without it My mind is forsaken Don't doubt it

No if's, and's or but's Without it I'm nuts And suddenly I'm out of a rut

It was meant to be! For all to see!

The essence of being Lies in to "be"

To be alive To be breathing Crickets crick And birds are singing

That's the trick It's the battles you pick! The ones inside your head So don't be a prick

One day you'll be dead And when you look back I hope it's not said If only I did that instead. ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive 🙏 Check out yogabud.org for more • Instagram: @yogabud.flow