There are fears
I can't stand for
when there are reasons
to get out from under them
We cast stones
and hide the hand
for there are chances
To find we're doing too well
Lying to ourselves
wanting it all here and now
complaining about frustration
but so afraid of existencially change
Scared of the truth
we don't want to know,
carrying our heavy brains along
that feel so full and despoiled the same
So high and dry
once roots pull us deeper
we're too fooled and stuck
But eyes start whining shouting out loud
We pretend to care
of our mistreated spirit
but it's left alone fixing us
spilling visions of good things
bigger and closer than they really were
somehow kept in mind by heart
because being made of love
we're meant to see and feel
and be who we really are.
We do things in life that make us who we are, that's why we change, but please keep in touch with your true self which grows up with you, getting older and wiser as you do. Be true, search for the truth, give truth, don't act like you think others want you to be, don't do things they want you to do just to be accepted... don't make anybody fool... it's not good for them and for you first of all.
I was so craving for writing a new piece that maybe it is not really good... But inspiration and intentions are authentic.