The fundamentals of my soul
need to be revisited
like my family—so necessary, to remain whole.
They remind me of who I was
and I cannot neglect them.
To become distant
from my fundamentals, is to lose
my sacred parts.
My purpose should be an expression of my whole
not a warped, or fractured self
glancing at broken pieces from my past,
like they don’t belong to me.
Tyrants, have no connection to their whole
their power is used to shatter dreams, they have long since forgotten.
I started out, without knowing my fundamentals
and my uncensored spontaneous spirt didn’t rehearse someone else’s song.
How can I express something that doesn’t belong to me—
to edit, criticize, or control
what I don’t understand?
My power comes from those long walks I took near the river
and not the boring board room.
To be who I originally intended to be
is the ultimate truth.
Nobody, can put that down, or say, it’s worthless
because, it requires the most courage.
The closer I am to my fundamentals
is to be the man, I dreamed of being as a boy.
I do not measure myself by others, but by my imagination—
airplanes, landing in faraway fields
knowledge, forbidden, and found.
The test of my greatness, is on the mountain
and not the false standards of men.
I have to make my mark—the one, I made, before I knew language
I have to whisper it
like a compass