Sitting alone,
Smiling to himself,
Counting the beads...
He broadens his sphere of thought,
Away from the din of the street, marching along to a road well travelled,
To that dwelling place of destiny...
A place of value,
He is aware of his self...
Do not fret ,
Do not worry,
Just relax and take a breath...
Do not fret,
Do not fear,
Its but okay to cry...
Do not fear,
Do not think,
Just breath a little and enjoy...
Do smile,
Do smile...
Do it every once in a while
Do let go,
Draw a sketch,
Sketch a plan,
Plan nothing and simply flow...
Its but okay to be angry,
Its but okay to feel hopeless, its but okay to be not okay...
Relax for now,
Let your dreams fly,
Give them wings; freedom...
Dream now ,
Comfortably awaken yourself,
Start your quest.
Rest now,
Rest now...
There is but a better place ahead....
Titled : Rest now
Context; The reader telling it to his mind that is confused , wayward and directionless...
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