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Breath deep of the thoughts And don’t let them frighten
you
Send images scenes snap shots of a time gone by
Of a time so far away
Will we ever get out alive
I feel like my breath has been squeezed from my lungs
I feel like someone has numbed my brain with frozen ice
Cubic, polar.
 incapable of thou
It just seems that way sometimes
And then I labor for a truth
And I struggle with the truth
For acceptance of myself
Of who I want to be
The ever changing me
Down, the national average does send me
Underwater, underground drowned
In a mindless self less grave of cloned existence
They say
Be like us
They say
Change your ways
They
do
not understand
A person must be who they are
and not who society says
they should
be.
Breath deep in inner thought
Images that are sent
Are received
And transmitted
The scenes of long ago
When a person’s word was their bond
And, yet, not anymore
Society
Says
to
be
like...
it
Like everyone else
And more
No more
And it makes me feel like I need to breath, but strife as I might
for a whisper of breath, the air is sore festered with conformities death;
as we ply on their needs so that they can feel good, and we subjugate
spirit, our person, our self. Well, the answer is clear,
not to run with the fear, but to stand up and say no conceding
today...
I breath in deep from the air of a sigh.
Words ©1997
lou phinneystoltz
Image: Soda Boys ©2001
lou phinneystoltz
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