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.

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.

What’s Behind it

What-about what’s not said?
Can you draw it out?
Do you know the issues?
They’re stemming from doubt.

There’s a bridge, yet divide;
an issue of trust;
a lack of alignment.
Listening’s a must.

But, see what you want…
You’re blind to what is;
Two sides to the story;
You fail to see his.

Hear what you want?
The very same deal;
You’ll entrench your beliefs,
But won’t find what’s real.