Odysseus

How can I be simultaneously So confident Yet bruised and battered - not breaking, but bent By the winds of fear blowing faster and faster Viciously Relentlessly They whistle and call Like a Siren Beckoning me to their jagged rocks So into their ocean, I may fall If I am Odysseus, listening The golden rope that binds, glistening Is itself bound by the massive lock of time Unbreakable Though I want to make the Siren mine Unshakable I don't want to be merely fine I chose not to fill my ears with wax To deafen me from the Siren's song Because the pain of longing's a worthy tax If I am to find where I belong ✌️ Subscribe if you wanna see this podcast thrive 🙏 Check out yogabud.org for more • Instagram: @yogabud.flow and @yogabud.word • Facebook.com/yogabudflow