there a time before today, a lost age, a yesterday,
when life was the same but you were unchanged, as
eternal as spirit could stay? And if it did exist,
if you were more whole, than I insist, tell me why
you let it die and hang ghostly like morning mist?
If something caused you to stray, to look inside and
then run away, was it practicality, acceptance, the
abstracts with which society weighs? Do you miss you?
Do you ever see through all the things you hold true
that betray and subvert and don't satisfy, do you
tire of all the nothing you accrue? Do you want to
begin anew? I beckon, my dear, return to what's clear,
cast off the chains of others demand, your integrity
lies in the palm of our hand, pulsing hard and always
near. It's all around, plain to sight, in the center
of sound, the taste on your tongue, the scent in the
air, the feel of breeze as it flows through your hair,
do you really want to fight it? You don't want it
to quit. You're ready to listen to your heart, true
since conception, united with mind, for never were
the twain meant to part. You say yes with only a shadow
of no, and it whispers: But what about your commitments?
All the baggage you've claimed. What are they going
to say? How shall you rid yourself of that doubt?
Is everything really going to be okay? I promise you,
I wouldn't lie, face your fear and see what it's about,
the beginning is slow, but trust me and take the first
step trust me and just breathe in, breathe out.