I want to dance,
to sing,
to be just me,
to let this wild heart roam free
but wait,
a banal voice
entices me
society-
blaring loudly.
Cars and money
you need these things;
all the trappings
that comfort brings.
Success is measured by these things.
Conform my dear,
your value’s here;
it’s in the size
of clothes you wear.
The price I pay,
it is too great;
my soul is crushed
beneath the weight
of pressure from
the glaring eyes
of those who set
the standards high.
My soul is numb,
my eyes grow dull,
I have succumb
to all they’ve told
me that I am.
My opressor’s
relentless cage
is a person’s mind.
depraved.
a grave.
But my heart longs
to break away,
to leave the chains
that have enslaved.
I want to dance,
to sing,
to be just me,
to wear my heart
upon my sleeve.
A song explodes
within my lungs
though pitch and tone
I know not of.
My feet pound beats
in earthen clay
as my dark brother
shows me the way,
to wave my hands
high in the air
as angels’ songs
guide our way there;
to where hearts rise
upon the winds
and laugh at worries
and fears within;
to mount the clouds
and chase the sun
till my heart joins
with His as one.
Great mystery
unfolds as I
explore the moon
and use each star,
my stepping stones,
towards heights so rich
where dreams are made
and fallen men bow for accolades;
where children inherit kingdoms come,
and lambs rest upon lion’s bosom.
to sing,
to be just me,
to let this wild heart roam free
but wait,
a banal voice
entices me
society-
blaring loudly.
Cars and money
you need these things;
all the trappings
that comfort brings.
Success is measured by these things.
Conform my dear,
your value’s here;
it’s in the size
of clothes you wear.
The price I pay,
it is too great;
my soul is crushed
beneath the weight
of pressure from
the glaring eyes
of those who set
the standards high.
My soul is numb,
my eyes grow dull,
I have succumb
to all they’ve told
me that I am.
My opressor’s
relentless cage
is a person’s mind.
depraved.
a grave.
But my heart longs
to break away,
to leave the chains
that have enslaved.
I want to dance,
to sing,
to be just me,
to wear my heart
upon my sleeve.
A song explodes
within my lungs
though pitch and tone
I know not of.
My feet pound beats
in earthen clay
as my dark brother
shows me the way,
to wave my hands
high in the air
as angels’ songs
guide our way there;
to where hearts rise
upon the winds
and laugh at worries
and fears within;
to mount the clouds
and chase the sun
till my heart joins
with His as one.
Great mystery
unfolds as I
explore the moon
and use each star,
my stepping stones,
towards heights so rich
where dreams are made
and fallen men bow for accolades;
where children inherit kingdoms come,
and lambs rest upon lion’s bosom.
