The real me
is begging to be set free.
Out of what's expected,
A world where nothing's rejected.
So many nights I wish
to drive away,
Off into the unknown,
A society that to me has never been shown.
I crave the mysteries
That life is hiding.
No more residing
where the ordinary is abiding.

Breathe it in
and exhale out,
let me know what it's all about.

Feel the trembling inside
and the worry that tears up one's eyes.
It's hard to place your finger on it,
but it relieves to have acknowledged it.

Stinging initially,
denying so it'll stop;
lying to the face of it,
believing then the pain will drop.

But the pressure pushes till your bones become tight,
until your center reflects a flourescent, white beam of light.

Breathe again
and follow the trend.

Keep with the motion,
a steady and concrete devotion;
remain mind strong
as your soul struggles along.

Exhale out,
release all doubt.

Narrow In.

Weaving through the lines of time
My vision has become perpetually fine.

Revolting against the constraints
Imposed by many minds;
It's the common illusions,
Day-to-day soul confusions
It seeks to unbind.

Burying the burden of expectedness,
And suffocating the vexatious feat of fear;
It's the rain to end the drought
Of excessive amount of doubt.

Because I can't be what they want me to be,
And I'll never want the dreams that they flaunt.
For they cost an eternity,
Yet the quality is poor.

They're conning our life away,
Lying it will lead to Heaven's door.