My Work Oriented Vibe

Slow prancing, in the wilderness
I know nothing and it is limitless

Brave, but not sufficient to the land’s advantage
I speak only when I feel an understanding

Cold chill, under the blanket of trees
Nothing really seems to progress,
My heart is inflicted with a negative rule which what I feel

To understand my conflict,
Is to take my knowledge in a circle like this windy scenery
I look and think, and I don’t feel so innocent

Again I walk, forward with no remorse
Stumbled and torn, but my approach, isn’t relented force

Guidance was given, to which confidence was granted
Now my beholder has relented vandal

I cannot see the road in a delightful way
I feel my mind is a supplication but now I’ve gone astray

To where I will be, it is a vague scrutiny
So where I will feel the right place inside
To where my mind and my heart can agree
Is where my home will be

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