Contentment Pond
I thought I had contentment
But I was wrong
I thought I was saturated with all I needed
That I had learned all things
At my age I was tricked into believing
That I was wise enough
Every twist
Every turn
How paralyzing contentment becomes
Blinding settlement
Discouraging attempts
Clutching past endeavors while sitting beside the now
I thought I had progressed to higher levels
Plumb lined to some, I discover not so much
Should I close my eyes to find MY center?
Yes, but just enough closure to keep myself open
Content enough to get through today
But left slightly porous to absorb more