Good Carma

Good Carma

What good
Are dreams
The current
Of
The seas
Why conserve
The tress
How
To use
The nature
Things
The world
Offer me
No matter
The weather
I'd complain
How uncomfortable
The disposition
It was
The winds
To fast
The sun
A little
To hot
It maybe
Drought
It's
To dry
Why
Can't it
Be
Just right
I got
This money
Grow test
Every thing
I want
And need
I'll buy
But
With out
Knowledge of
The super
Natural thing
Failed
To comprehend
Then
You die
When are
The Tides
What makes
The clouds
Have darkness
In them
Follow
The sky
Lightning Strikes
Mixing
The light
And
The dark
Make
A thunder
Storm
Spending quality
Time
Any thing
You
Can dream
Is possibles
I started
The fight
To share
My hate
And bring
Us close
As possible
It's been
Along time
Since
I interact
Make you
Look for
The heavenly
Gods
That make
Every thing
Possible
Then finally
I realize
Every thing
God made
A reason
For
Don't even
Try to
Make sense
Of things
With
This money
Make ohm
Hate me
Buy what
I want
And need
But love
Was there
Inside
Your mind
Where
Every thing
You said
To make
People mad
And carry
The pain
Every where
With you
Around
Until you
Learn forgiveness
Endure a
A bitter
Life
Still you
Started
Pulling weeds
Insight of
A good
Harvest spent
A little
Time
I saw
The magic
Nurturing needed
Thank God
I found
You
Good carma
I notice
The super
Natural things
That
Can be
Used that
Did
Use to
Up set
You
Blind too