Scanning through social media, with nothing good to see.
I keep checking it, checking it, as if I’m looking for a piece of me.
I know it isn’t here, but I keep trying to fill up,
This hole that gapes inside of me each day when I wake up.
People try filling it with shopping, drinks, or drugs.
People try filling it with people, screens, the buzz.
But slowly I’ve been learning, that this isn’t where it’s found.
You can’t fill it with externals, YOU must break the ground.
You see I recognize my soul’s craving, and it’s definitely not this.
My soul craves music, magic, bliss.
My soul wants to write. to paint. to dream.
My soul’s a huge creative river, not a passive stream.
And soul’s can’t rage, when they’re looking at a screen.
Soul’s can only shake the earth when we choose to give them heed.
So when you feel more’s coming in, than there is going out
It’s time to tip the scale, before life’s lights go out.
Because you only have this one day, this hour, this moment
To use your gifts, to bring to life, why you were put here on this planet.
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