Wake up from your sleep

Observe thoughts without judgement

Keep intuition close to hand

Feel the vibrations increasing

It’s not a concept to understand

 

Allow your unconscious to hold you

Consciousness can only steer

Give yourself ample leg room

Don’t let your essence disappear

 

Although cared for and loved

It is never without question

Expectations always our own

Just a fearful suggestion

 

Self judgement stagnates us

Holds us still in one place

And no amount of thinking

Can mark an end to the chase

 

Divert your attention

Sit down, breathe in deep

Connect through your heart

And wake up from your sleep

Workhorse

Her skin tires of the day

A mask of fumes and day old makeup

Containing only her physical form

 

Her mind and spirit parted

By societies control over time

Her heart seeking…

 

A non-refundable ticket

For an unreserved seat

Standing room only

 

She seeks refuge publicly

Sharing drinks, not words

Stuck in a neuron gridlock

 

Anxiety grips her conscious mind

Her unconscious unheard

Devoid of reason or purpose

 

Decisions governed by thought

Trapped by routine

Shrouded by programming

 

Nature and neon window dresses

Her busy, doing world

Loneliness forming a crowd

 

She sleeps fitfully

Her spirit whispering ideas

To her inner child

 

Suggestions, coincidences

Tap her on the shoulder

Turning, she catches her own eye

 

Allowing herself in

She removes the halter

And frees the grateful workhorse

It’s your hand on the door

Keeping to the path

So many involved

Pushing and pulling

Many issues unresolved

 

True nature; true purpose

Recorded, not filed

Consciousness the reason

No numbers are dialed

 

Allow life to unfold

Control is a has-been

Presence is this moment

In full view, yet unseen

 

Don’t long for approval

Accept that you belong

Step out of delusional fear

Know you can’t go wrong

 

Trust your autonomy

Have integrity in your core

Be honest with yourself

It’s your hand on the door

I know just what to do

No longer coerced

I am following my lead

My moments expanding

My soul, I have freed

 

Growing, unstunted

Unconsciously held

My wings are unfurling

At once self-propelled

 

I spin in my centre

Am whole through my core

The subterfuge’d sadness

Shown straight through the door

 

Reasons unquantified…

Just not worth the words

Previous programming

So laughable and absurd

 

Freedom… A feeling

All shiny and new

My head is held high

I know just what to do

Dinnertime

Her tummy starts rumbling

Like a clock gaining time

The resulting behaviour

A daily paradigm

 

She shifts round the room

Vying for your eye

If she catches you looking

She wimpers in reply

 

She’s starving, she woofs

Feeling faint, wobbling paws

It’s days since you’ve fed me

Her barks turn to roars

 

Reasoning with her

Is a futile task

She knows she’s engaged me

Her joy is unmasked

 

The tin is opened

The kibble mixed in

She’s dancing in circles

With a salivating grin

 

She dives into the bowl

Chomping with delight

Seconds later it’s gone

Gobbled out of sight

So you think you have a choice

So you think you have a choice

Because you’re granted with free will?

So you think you have a choice

Do you know how to stand still?

So you think you have a choice

Can you pack up and leave?

So you think you have a choice

What do you really believe?

So you think you have a choice

Who actually makes the rules?

So you think you have a choice

Aren’t humanity just tools?

So you think you have a choice

Nothing is set in stone

So you think you have a choice

Remember, you’re never alone

So you think you have a choice

Don’t be a cog in the machine

So you think you have a choice

Are you more than just a figurine?

So you think you have a choice