Wake me up when I am free,
I was not crafted
for captivity
born of conformity.
Like a Great Bird in a cage,
I cannot the world engage
in a matter that is authentically
and fully
me.
Instead, this being is muted,
stifled
dead,
of no real use,
head in a noose.
An existence without passion,
no rhyme nor reason
meandering season upon season.
New show, same cast;
all one can do is laugh.
A comedy of errors,
it all seems,
like a relentless bad dream.
And yet…
moments of bliss,
scattered here and there.
Glimpses of deep peace-
no worries, no cares-
as if no skin, one is only air.
Such times,
they are
so utterly delicious,
mightily precious.
Hold on to those
like the world’s most fragrant rose.
A reminder of what is possible,
preferable,
desirable:
Freedom
to be
Me-
who I really am
in service
to a much Higher
Purpose.
To no longer play small,
answering only to a Divine
inner
Call.
Down with the ubiquitous cubicles,
those notorious
killers,
containers
of the Soul!
Please wake me when I am free.
For, I cannot bear the indignity
of any
captivity.
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Inspiration: Wake me When I am Free–Poem: Tupac Shakur, Music: Babatunde Olatunji
