Allow the unconscious
To freely express
What the rest of you chooses
To often repress
And expects will be met
With a world of resentment
By those who know not
What it means to be sentient
Be present and gifted
With all of its power
As from their own shadows
They run, hide and cower
Without delving into
The places they've been to
When their state of mind
Couldn't even begin to
Explain or refrain
From still trying in vain
To make sense of the universe
Hurting their brain
But a pain such as this
Of abysses consists
What is merely and nearly
Harmoniously
Reconceiving
History
Where all of you come from
And where you return
Is the same
So for now
Just continue to learn
How to be the best you
Of the highest virtue
And in come what may,
Stay
To that entity true