Pearls of self-wisdom

Like the constant waxing and waning of the moon..
You vacillate, razing your gallant mood..
Tip-toeing through the past, shod with grey shoon..
You sit in a picture, ever so skewed.

Breathe, slow down, and take it easy..
You ain't gonna get what life ain't giving.
Be ever so nonchalant, stay breezy..
Hold your ground, do your own bidding.

Some days you want to slither back to the past
When day and night you singe away into snast 
Don’t lose hope when life leaves you to churn
And wrests from you all the love you yearn.