Rides, Tools, and Regenerates – A rhyming poem on my mental health blog to inspire you look at yourself from a different perspective

I ride on the back of a giant God called man,

Much from my life and time he did demand.

But, after I saw his God for a first,

She’s a wonderful place called mother Earth.

And she was born from a God called space,

Sometimes we need a different kind to breath and regenerate.

Angels fly like birds in the sky,

At the end we walk through our lives using our minds eye.

See things how they were and how they were meant to be seen,

Now, I am just a man paying homage to his queen.

She guided me from the storm and lightning within,

She gave me some time and place so I can begin.

There’s always someone watching, I feel it from within,

Go slow as that watcher is not as it seems.

Sometimes those eyes that hold you are yours from your dreams,

Keep on working it out and your mind will be freed.

Step outside you head at look at the words in your ear,

Your mind can take on any shape, to me that is clear.

And can I just add my dear,

You’re still you, and we are still here.

The world can just loo different depending on where you view it from,

Just like you can look different, depending on where you view you from.

These are some tools I learned to weather the maelstrom,

Together I believe, we can’t go too far wrong.

[Written: 2025-05-19]