All bound by pre-conceived notions.
Which convince you to a point;
Wherein you know your shadow,
Outdoes the happiness you owned.
You believe what they tell you,
In a lost anticipation, of sorts,
Outer beauty overtakes thy soul,
And the unnecessary is brought.
You stick in there, bound by fear,
Or maybe convinced loves..
Your voice inside pushes you
So you find a constructive construe.
It was hoped to work, but ended failed,
And you seem at bay for the mask is gone,
Incomplete words and a lost you,
You scrape yourself from the mirage of dirt.
Then it all comes crashing down,
And you feel like fragile china,
The voice then arises stronger-again..
A belief powerful to alter the mind.
You fight and fight in internal conflict,
But reach a conclusion by the break of dawn,
Seemingly perfect to your tired soul;
Pitifully worn off by tales untold.
A sense of liberation overtakes you now,
True and pure conviction prevails,
An honest goodness makes tides favourable,
And in a while your boat a’sails.
You leave the poisoned land in a mist,
And enter unchartered territories again;
The wanderlust star guides you home,
And rewards you back with the sense you’d known.
You travel and travel, and topple too..
But nothing shatters your strong insides,
You’re an explorer, a discoverer with an empty suitcase-
Bound by experiences that keep you surfaced.
What happens hence fourth, goes down in ink
Your little travelogue of immeasurable value,
A rich mind always open to yearning,
You find a strong enough footing!
The past choices connect the dots;
And lead you to life anew
The likes of them famous outcasts,
Act as shadowed helping hands.
You’ve now taken in all you have,
Your suitcase is full of tangible knowledge,
Now ready in a flight of dreams and desires,
You strike your life as the magic in fire.
Infinite 