Off My Chest

I don’t-like
To do as I’m told.
There. I said it.
I don’t fit your mold.

Good luck with your thing.
It’s just not for me.
I’m not made for your box,
How you’d like me to be.

Yes, I can’t do it;
Just-don’t want-to.
Let’s leave it there.
I’m done. We’re through.

Pure Gold

Out of the box,
A brand new mold.
First of its kind;
absolute Gold.

Reality shifts.
Word spreads fast.
No way to know
How long it will last.

Will it take hold?
How could it not?
The collective buys in;
everyone’s caught.

It brings heightened awareness;
Call-it a-mind-bomb.
Higher consciousness.
Greater calm.

Peace comes with it.
Hate fades away.
A new take on life
That’s here to stay.

Beyond 20-20

We must-all understand
That life is shared.
I wish everyone knew-this
And that everyone cared.

It’s amazing and simple,
What we-have, all-around.
Yet most are blind,
And can’t see what I’ve found.

Like a dream where you stare,
But can’t make it out.
It never comes clear.
You’re just left with doubt.

You-just couldn’t see it
As hard as you tried.
I can’t help but think,
Those who’ve taught us have lied.

So, most are raised,
But never grow;
Stuck with a focus,
They can’t let go.

Holding on;
Ironic and sad.
Never knowing
What they had.

Self absorbed;
The world of, Poor Me.
Never finding
The right way to see.