I want to feel as if I am on the road
As if life is before me and there is nothing but life
True freedom
No labels no expectations, restrictations
Tying me down
Moving towards the horizon and I’ll never stop
Moving forward, growing upwards
Always loving, learning, reaching deeper, harder, more, more, more

For the endless sky and never finding an end to infinity
Always seeking, never knowing
Never seeing your face
Always asking but never knowing an answer
Always running towards you
Captured by the glint of your glory

Oh I miss you
Want to kiss you with the propositions and hopeful visions
Of this poem
I love the way you make me free
But right now
I want to stop writing and turn on the TV
Because I’m afraid of facing
The truth
That maybe I’m erasing the joy and freedom I feel when I free-fall into you and your mystery
Maybe that’s what’s constricting me
My own compulsion to steer independently

I suck at driving
I’d rather look out the windows
Watch the leaves changing
The skies raining
The smoke willowing
Contemplate cotton clouds billowing across your sky
Ask myself why
I try to drive when I don’t even have a god-damn map

When all I have is a stack of
Empty cliches
Pretentiously constructed fun-house mirrors
In which I look at the face beaming back at me
And when I look honestly
I get reminded
That I’m limited
But I have you inside me
Why do I ignore you
Let my ego

Keep up in the back of my head
Make me feel like I’m dead

With it’s endless list of dos and dont’s
Shoulds and wonts

But my ego doesn’t get it

So be it

Maybe I don’t fit
The cliches

But I’m not in the business
Of following cliches

I’m in the business of making them

I don’t imitate
I want nothing to do with good
I want great

So get off my shoulders
Get off my case

I’ll listen
But there’s only one voice
I’ll really know is true

That’s the one that
Comes from you
And the part you’ve put within me
The part that has vision
That can really see

Eternity
And what I can be
Free