Nobody can ever stay the same,
nor can they hold a permanent point of view.
Some words echo memories of the old pain -
but now you're somebody totally new.

You can put the same pen in your hand,
and reuse the same crinkled paper,
but the emotions that once inspired you before -
are now remnants of a young person's anger.

Stare hesitantly at the blank page,
and dare yourself to consider,
all of those years ago you wrote,
when it was safe for your ego to surrender.

It's too tedious to compare,
the you from much simpler times.
When you could take everything for granted,
and not deal with the rat race to survive.

Does it make your creative spirit feel hungry?
Is it starving for a bit of soul food?
Why don't you try giving it a little slice -
by creating your pure organic truth?

Scream it from the depths of the void,
what do you need to be truly whole?
It's bland to consume positivity,
when you just need to savor something bold.

Have yourself an earth-shattering cry,
be pissed off when you can't be consoled.
That's true living in the moment,
even if it seems more mature to deceive your soul.

Tell us about your world,
what's in the chaotic state of your mind?
You'll always be precieved by others,
so there's no sense in staying confined.

Get the hell out of your own way -
allow your authentic presence to be known.
Some blocks are bone-deep personal,
and they bring the inevitable death of the old.

© Merrr