Faultseeding? or Freedom?

 

I’ll coin a word to clear the air,
To name a trap we’re unaware.
For “expectation” blurs a line,
With hope and want and grand design.

 

“Faultseed” will name that guilt and blame,
Your wont to play that faulting game.
“If this goes wrong, someone must pay,”
A judgment set before the day.

 

It grants you comfort, bold and bright,
It dulls the edge of risk and fright.
You taste success before it’s real,
And sacrifice those future deals.

 

And when your script does not succeed,
Your heart indicts with lightening speed.
Yourself or others, fate or creed—
That bitter fruit from your faultseed.

 

Faultseeding turns a wish to law,
Finds moral flaw in nature’s draw.
It ties okayness to that score,
If it’s not right, there is a war.

 

Your clean desire can still aspire,
Without demanding to acquire.
It moves like wind that fills a sail,
Yet leaves the sea free to prevail.

 

Intention acts, commitment stands,
Prediction draws in careful strands.
They may fall short, yet peace stays free,
When none are laced with your faultseed.

 

Release those hooks, unplant those seeds,
Give up those rights, let life proceed.
Let joy arise when fruits appear,
Yet still stay whole when none are near.

 

Release the hooks, don’t plant those weeds,
And check your facts, don’t you faultseed.
For freedom grows where you take heed
To never plant those bad faultseeds.