How universal it may be
Thunderbolts it struck me
as I yet again wanted to flee
Flee from what I wanted, what I needed
Flee from my own me.
Infinite postponing of one's true desires
creates a pending suspension. No
not suspension, just plain tension
forget the pending, it hacked my inner well - being.
I thought it brave to turn to masochist
I thought it wise to turn to deprivation
I though I was thinking and yet I was not
I was scared to hear my own voice
Society oppressed me, my reputation reigned supreme
Perhaps the external has a point
But my own essence need not be neglected
It needs affection, attention, adherence
The importance of being real is the real topic I would say
To love and to live is my current mission I tell pray
Thank you emancipation
Thank you reality
Thank you love
Thank you earnest
Thank you myself
« return.