Unshackle Thy Self

Unshackle Thy Self

I pray ye, tell me what thoughts traverse

that pretty head fraught with trouble.

What subversive feelings via for attention down the synaptic lines of your mind?

Tell me forthwith, what sorrow has come to haunt the hollows of your soul?

Why the muse and speculative grin on a face with distant eyes and dull ears?

Ah, ye thinks to throw us off with ye fine reply but we see the forlorn shadow underneath. And so we wait patiently for that below to blow and then it will show.

What gain ye to masquerade? Can you convince your own soul to believe a lie?

Ah, but truthfulness in the inside heart will bring a healing balm and calming elixir.

Your heart beats like a gavel and the declaration of emancipation is decreed.

No need stay ye in the shackles past of the dungeon of regret when declared free.

So come with haste ye beastly man, ye weary maiden, to the warmth of the light.

Rise and find ye courage to try again.

Onward for the sake of women and men.

Do not disdain to own ye future lad

and lasses, ye must possess your right.

Never, Ever, Never, let ye thoughts betray your destiny. To thine own self be true!

Pray tell, will ye arise now and forsake thy remorse for the passion of possibility?