difficult goodness

even the bird flying in the sky
has a sense of purpose
like a headless chicken
i tred with enormous trepidation.

the long walk in the desert
seems never ending.
no respite seems in sight.
just have to believe.
combat the fears
the fear of the unknown.
the evil of pride.
from the abyss below you.
that works on your mind.
that preys on the weak.

i just want to be good.
i really want to be good.
but being good.
is just so endless.
so difficult.