COULDN’T BE ME

Isn’t it pretty obvious yet?

Isn’t it pretty loud?

Has it not been heard?

Has it not been seen?

And has it not been proven over and over again, that the fish cannot outgrow the aquarium, that the houseplant cannot outgrow the room, that the ancient Egyptian student can’t outdo the master?

Is it not everywhere throughout history, throughout nature, stories and the various vast aspects of our frail existence that a quantity can only perform strictly according to the capacity and volume that holds it?

Why must I then try to fit in when every aspect of my being is bleeding from the cut of the walls of the self sabotaging limits I grew in?

Why must I then stick and stay confined to stereotypes and cultural hindrance that do not set my marvelous mind to wander and soar freely and divinely as it was originally meant to be?

How long shall these fetters which have no tethers continue to hold me down?

How much more till I can admit and freely walk in the freedom of my own choices without fear or favour?

Who says everyone has to somehow admit and validate my actions and choices before I proceed?

Was the purpose for living not for expression and adventure?

Why can’t I make the art I want ?

How can I play my music, listen and sing aloud and not be called old?

How can I love so much and hold nothing back and not be seen as foolish?

Why must I feign strength continuously when I could use a shoulder to lean on?

How can I cry and be vulnerable and still be seen and felt as the being of elegance and wonder?

How do I merge being HUMAN with acting and moving on?

How do I say it that I need when I fear rejection?

How do I let go of these chains that are attached to nothing?

How do I free myself from this cuffs which I possess the keys.

How do I get out of this cage which the door is widely open?

What must I do with all my genuineness and live with it, in favour of God and  all of men.

I think life is beautiful. I am too.