Poem

The wizard stroked his beard and said

How do you know what your feelings say?

What’s bad for you is good for him

Your fear of death, his fun and games

Is it fear or excitement then?

Could despair be something else?

The point before big change is due?

Confusion may seem like the end

But what if it’s the start my friend

“What the fuck Does that mean though?”

The bloke retorted

“I feel the way I feel and so,

That’s the way it is old man

I came to you so what’s your plan?”

The wizard grinned and then replied

I’m talking to your unconscious mind

It’s not for your conscious mind to know

Until your unconscious mind shares it so

Relax and watch your language mate

This helplessness is just a state

You learned to help yourself stay still

And be special like a snowflake

The bloke was taken aback a bit

And his thoughts were ….

“When’s the last time

You were pleasantly surprised?”

Said the wizard with his expectant look

“Is that not a charming feeling?

And isn’t that what change feels like?

And you don’t know when it would come

Such is life and ain’t that more fun

But the fella had started to drift off

“I’m sure you had advice before

To sleep on a problem and allow your dreams

To inform you with something more

Than what you consciously store

Your problem but what of everything else?

In dreams and memories where creativity dwells

Is it possible that you may have been misled

By feelings misinterpreted?

What can you wonder about instead?

The wizard said.