Do I have it in my mind?
Do I have it in my soul?
Do I exhibit the pieces that will make me whole?
Am I unable to see them
Because I have pushed the understanding down
Deep inside of me?
Is it because of the fear
Of how they will take sight
That I negate them
To dismiss the pain that a misunderstanding could bring to light?
Has my system adapted
To instead search around?
Gain insight from others
To find the place in which my feet should next hit the ground?
Do the wonderings and visions of my life that come to me
Feel so scary and different
To ever allow others to see?
Am I immersed in fear and worry each day
When thinking about finding the life where my soul leads the way?
Is there a crippling sensation
That wreaks a sense of heartbreak on my being
When I grapple with the barriers
That my mind has created within me?
The thoughts about my life
The questions that I face throughout my days
The insight into my purpose
That feels hidden,
Tucked away.
The desire to keep my switch
Barricaded up
Locked in its position
Unable to move
Permanently stuck.
The switch to my inside
To my raw persona and being
The switch that keeps me open
That allows me to remain attuned to the authentic me.
Do I have it in my mind?
Do I have it in my soul?
Do I exhibit the pieces that will make me whole?
Is my mind unable to see
Because this life is difficult to control?
There is this profound sense of doubt
When trying to mold the insights in my mind
Into this world throughout.
