The season of guilt

The season of guilt
when doing is bad
not doing is worse
and dreaming of doing is pure evil

When everything is just as it should
and feels so wrong
anxiety and fear compound the guilt
unattainable perfection is the standard

Only out by diving deep
breathing in the clear water
dying in sleep
to be reborn in the morning

why does reality
get in the way of dreams?
quest for spirituality
just where my feet are

where are my feet, anyway?
the ground is round
my head is spinning
can we stop and eat breakfast?

having failed once
I have reasons to believe
it won't work this time either
I'll do better this time

wisdom from the deep
ignorance in the shallows
all one ocean
and above it, the trade winds blow