This is where I get off
I won’t become what the world wants me to be
What’s safe,
is gone
2 AM silence
speaks to me
like darkness before the dawn
before the man becomes a man
and everything I am
is forgotten.
I pursue things I can’t see
and fall in love
with ethereal air
Society labels me
and I just don’t care
I won’t live
where I belong
I won’t do
for the greater good
I walk alone
into the wild
of my heart
feeling
shifting passions there
dangerous
mixing
mysterious
emotions
like uncharted wilderness
god help me
I’ll walk out
into the wide-open world
though,
I prefer the ocean deep
where waves whisper
to me
so distant
until a word
compels my body
breaking through the surface
to my salvation sky
above.
Intellectual Shaman 
We all carry the expectations of who and what we are by the society, until we realize, slowly, and through experience, that all we need to answer to is, our selves, then, everything falls, into, it’s, rightful, places.
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That’s about right. 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting taurusingemini.
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Peace! Shared it
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/26/salvation-sky-intellectual-shaman/
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Peace to you my friend. 🙂 Thanks for the share!
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This is just brilliant
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Well, thank you so much blindzanygirl! And thanks for reading! 🙂
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