The Elephant In The Room

At the surface level it’s difficult to see the things that bother you and me

Everyone has some sort of issue, so here’s some tissue

Because the tears are no longer needed due to the obstacles being deleted

Only if you’re not afraid

For then you shall ride in on top of your mountains unscathed

Let it pave the way as you become the Mowgli of your Jungle Book

Vibrating in a frequency so high your own reality becomes shook

Guiding yourself along as your newness of life has no clock

Ready to take on whatever comes your way introducing a rendition of your own Ong Bak

Pretty much picking up your peanut shells

Not just sweeping them under the rug with a broom

Comfort shall only be restored when we understand why it’s not in the room

M.a.R.a.N.a.T.e

© 2019 Maranate

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