When the everyday pushes down,
Weighting shoulders, raising a frown,
Life seems to be a gloomy town.
Experience for me has shown,
Lifting spirits is f’all to own,
Take cares high above to be flown.
caught
Beneath
There is nothing wrong with beneath.
Sometimes I prefer to dwell here
Among earthly things to amuse,
Running the risk of being caught
In tangled grip of undergrowth.
Too much to distract and let go,
Impeding my return aloft.
Inner light shines through the darkness,
Showing me the way to rejoin
The path, to soar above again.
