Lot's of stuff

All this stuff,

This fluff,

It’s all,

Very enticing,

For the eyes,

For the ears,

For the nose,

For the fingers,

The brain,

Puzzles it all together,

And sometimes,

Most of the time,

The mind,

Tries,

To justify it all,

According to it’s subjectivity,

Which is in and of itself,

Quite limited,

And not inclusive,

So,

That’s why I bug myself,

Most often,

Because,

I try,

To understand it all,

Or have control over myself,

And make the best decisions,

But,

I don’t know jack shit,

Life knows though,

You know,

The ecosystem is quite intelligent,

It wishes for life to prevail,

And so do you,

Who you are deep down,

Not the ego,

Well the ego,

Is there for a reason,

Don’t demonize or condemn it to a prison,

But the life you are deep down,

What you are really,

Not to be confused with the ego,

Wishes so greatly for you to propser,

So perhaps,

The natural approach,

Would be to let it,

Work through you,

And guide you,

Towards all that you can be.