Your paradigm of perfection
Is not mine....
I’m the squared round peg
And the squeeze pains me
The house in the ‘burbs was bleak
.....it never felt like home
That nine-to-five racket
Bled me like a leech
Bowing to the money god
Twisted my back and brain
Varied brands of religious rectitude
Felt elite and hypocritical
I need to unchain my heart
And embrace who I am
Others’ perceptions of me
Are suffocating my soul
I should follow My Muse
Wherever she leads
Only there will I find
Truth, Love, and Beauty
Only then will I find God
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Your paradigm of perfection
Is not mine....
I’m the squared round peg
And the squeeze pains me
The house in the ‘burbs was bleak
.....it never felt like home
That nine-to-five racket
Bled me like a leech
Bowing to the money god
Twisted my back and brain
Varied brands of religious rectitude
Felt elite and hypocritical
I need to unchain my heart
And embrace who I am
Others’ perceptions of me
Are suffocating my soul
I should follow My Muse
Wherever she leads
Only there will I find
Truth, Love, and Beauty
Only then will I find God
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