In Everything I Look

In everything I look up to,

I'm bombarded with many options,

That bring trouble and suffering in it,

Yet I'm hopeful that with the right choice,

The trouble is known,

The issues are picked,

And I'm balanced and keen,

To live in the dream,

Of my ancestors hopes,

To brighten the path,

For the unborn ones to come,

Ever in the light that beckons to me,

Pulling up and out of the pain,

That is suffering in this life,

That is the only success that matters,

A life of moving out and away.