Pilot Poem: My mind drifts

Like a Castaway my mind drifts,
Carried by philosophical waves in the ocean of my mind I try to distinguish my curses from my gifts.

I sometimes look down and see my moral compass broken.
Worried because day by day I'm a hopeless romantic living a dream, unable to be woken,
Holding tight to what seems right, I try to survive youth's storm,
Unaware of exactly which beliefs I should conform (to).

The one thing that remains constant is my attempt to comprehend life's meaning,
Often this tiresome quest brings me to the brink of screaming!
Wondering if there will be reality for what I'm dreaming..

Tirelessly my mind is hit by waves of money and perspective of truth,
Have I been composing justifications, or does everything happen for a reason?? I NEED PROOF!
Already it's all too clear why adults spend time, missing their youth..

Different philosophical waves concerning the my future, my past, what if, love lost and love found,
Have me just as much curious as confused, optimistically praying I'll find solid ground.

Despite the weight of my thoughts it's okay, I've been made aware of "the secret"!
And thankfully for you who have chosen to read, I have no obligation to keep it:
It's all about the law of attraction: think positive things, and you'll reap it.

I live a positive life, And that keeps most days sunny,
I truly believe you'll catch all the right bees with that particular brand of honey,
(Case and point, I now have a budding business and some money!)

My last bit of advice is to keep your chin up and show no weakness to your foes.
Oh.. And remember that only a Golden Rose could utter such sweet prose.

#GoldenThoughts