An act of will,
An action, forthcoming.
What is it,
that powers our becoming?

We take action,
and spontaneously reckon,
our lives and history,
and experiences, begotten.

Yet no matter how much our freedom may be,
we end up controlled by experiences within thee.
Repeating actions we have always done,
strengthening the cage instead of it coming undone.

So familiar it is,
so convenient it can be.
To blame everyone and everything,
except the selves within thee.

Pushing everything to others and family,
we never once consider ourselves, faulty.
Working on pushing and blaming that one,
we ourselves, are made, undone.

So what is important, what do we need to ****?
It is that, which constricts our will.
Breaking free from shackles within thee,
we shatter all obstacles, without and within thee.