To every I a story was met,
To every I a stage was set,
Though set for Me and only Me
It didn't feel just and seldom felt right,
And so every I set off in strife,
Though seeking and building, yes, Learning and growing, hiding then showing,
But every I was met with walls,
Walls of world draped in blinding
and ardently binding lights,
Light, meant to save was building cage, Oh cage? My cage was built solely and only by Me, it was Me,
I let Anxiety take My spirit and flight,
I forsook the door that only my humbler eyes could see, yes,
The door that was meant for me,
And it was Me , I choose My Path,
The climb of dismay, the next big step, Hey, the lucrative, seductive, attractive life,
Simply a set of winding stairs, such hollow empty magnificance,
That seemed it all but, alas,
It lead nowhere, I was pining and
I was striving, just one more step,
then one more step and its sure to be there,
The long lost joy, My long lost sight,
I will no longer be forever scared, Forever blind, yes once more I will
See the light, yes once more I'll
Feel the joy of the purer genre and
Freer I'll be as I was meant to be,
Its sure, just some more steps
For You to follow dear, oh alas,
Though once more, yet again, I see the door that's meant for me, but these walls,
My walls, won't let me move and reach out,
Open the knob to maybe the same in view but surely a happier, truer and freer reality,
Yes this too would be my world,
my stage but less Mine it will be and more meant for me,
For me to see, for me to feel,
Every moment mine, every moment real.
This door it fades for all the pompously
Ignorant "I"s that come and go,
Every I stands eternally in front of this Door meant only just for that precious Part of me that chooses to stay deep within, and so I search
For courage that may let me be the odd one out,
Another one who took the leap, from Me the running to me the running free.
My time is calling, the choice is stalling, Buying me dimes of courage to undo the shackles I've built and bread,
To free the frozen hand and heart,
To step out and open that calling knob,
For, no matter the choice I make
I Came, yes, and I will be gone,
The story is written, the stage is set,
The Soul is free, yes,
As much as it chooses to be.
