Standards, used to have them
Dreams, used to birth them
Excuses are all I create... so close to giving up
Frustrated with self, growing complacent
Why am I encased in flesh?
Take me back to happy
Let me experience joy again
How I want to savor the sweet fruit of bliss
The days when I took time to "zen" and pray
The days when I knew all the steps to the ritual
Take me back to happy
Sandcastles and macaroni
Take me back to self love
Affirmations and meditation
Feet please remember the steps
Mind don't forget the routine it's not to late
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