Answers for Our Mistakes

            

            The mistakes we make

            Are meant to help us grow.

           

            But sometimes what comes to mind

            Is a malfunction of the soul.

           

            Righteous thoughts are often lost

            When sense can’t be made.

           

            So we dwell in a well

            Where our worthless lives now lay.

           

            We look to holy books,

            Hoping for an answer.

           

            But the light’s not too bright,

            So we just marvel at its candor.

           

            There’s such a yearn to turn

            To things we think can guide us.

           

            Seeking not the Zen within,

            Letting “the self” walk right on by us.