Life is so confusing. As I lay on the grass, stare at the stars, I ask my friend why.
To my dear friend,
The yetzer hara is so evil. Makes the same of wrong and right.
Though once it was so easy, till Adam took the first bite.
Triumph and disaster. Good and bad intertwined, confined, and misunderstood.
Ring around the rosie, fast, fast, then faster. With a sudden stop silence reigned in our woods.
A pocket full of posies, good and Steady, then backwards-we toppled over, head over heels.
We looked at other in shock. Strange new feelings came, were they real?
Gone was what we built in the round and the round.
Left us confused-In the ashes and ashes as we all fell down.
We looked at the rubble, can we concoct it all again?
I think we can do better, don’t you think so my friend?
There is so much to think about as time turns its hands.
Sometimes there is a painting of colorful scribbles and we don’t understand.
When we are ready answers will come. When we understand we will rise.
The purpose of a decent is always to ascend, which we will do and we will fly.
So now dear friend our one and only job is to just hold on to Has hem truly tight.
If we wait patiently, no ,after how painful it is to do nothing we will win this fight.
I am putting all my feelings into these riddles only you will get.
For only you can read between the lines to understand my hidden messages.
This is my way of showing you what is in my heart.
For I know only through this way will you connect to my root, at the start.
So dear friend, I’m not here to preach, nor give you answers for I have none.
I am here as your friend, your wall, the one who gets me without words, just here as someone.
Someone who knows.
Someone who cares.
Love, your friend