Remain wary of the hole or you’ll be weary.
Tired of fighting the deep endless thick stickiness.
Quicksand is trying to dissolve me into a sluggish routine.
Don’t panic but stare ahead with positivity.
Wary of the hole, recognising it’s trap.
Only me who can change the course.
Only me who can lead this dance.
Turn a stiff jazz into a tango.
Remain wary and learn from the lessons.
All is energy, bright colours will make the darkness follow.
Remain unsuspecting of the brightness.
Darkness will weary.