Seeing life so clearly, outside my mindful self
Childhood and goodness, stored upon a shelf
Grown to be a member, within, but so without
Joining in mock laughter, leads to a silent shout
All, so very unimportant, all so very right
Flaring of emotion, leads to another fight
Life carries not the trouble, it is what i accept
True Love holds not the neediness, into which my past has crept
Honesty, true honesty, so lacking in my view
Lost, in wishful words of others, never ringing true
Trying to find that something, to take away the pain
Searching for true happiness, someone to explain
Practicing The Art of Boabom, helps me see things clearer
The answer which i seek, is right there, in the mirror

Anonymous (Boabom North)