Follow your heart, follow your dreams
But remember this life, is not what it seems
Everything you touch, and everything you see
All of these things show you what you can be
Whether that’s a doctor or a writer
An artist of the beautiful or a buyer
A person of the people, or a beautiful liar
All-in-all, it’s just as well, because it’s you
Unadulterated, perfectly real, and true
But who you are can’t be determined alone
Now, come inside and rest your weary bones
Let’s talk about your dreams and your hopes
Your aspirations and anything that interlopes
No time to waste now, I’ll say it again
You cannot be you if there’s nothing to gain
So, tell me your story, be honest and fair
If you can’t bring yourself to it, I’ll wait
But the longer you do, means building more hate
For yourself, and those around you that care
If you do not right now, will you ever dare
Dare yourself to be both honest and bold
Or stay silent [and quiet] and do what you’re told
To be a brainless mind and forget this time
Going through the motions like the white-gloved mime
Only when you open your soul, mind, and heart
To a blatant scrutiny only you can impart
So, tell me your story, and here, have some tea
And if it helps you forget, pretend I’m not me
Imagine I’m a jinn or God if you please
Or maybe a flirty girl who will give you a tease
Who can I be for you that will make you chill
What can I do for you to get you over that hill
Sit down, and let us talk to each other
If not to me, can I suggest yet another
Try Freud’s personality theory on for a try
Look at your soul through psychoanalytic eyes
Not Freud for you, how about Camus
All life has no meaning, the exception is you
Too chaotic a choice, that is alright
Whatever won’t keep you awake at night
Still not talking I see, what about Nietzsche
Where life without God is observed, talk to me
About your actions with no bounds of morality
Still not enough, begin at the beginning, more tea
With childhood, your birth if you remember
Too far back for you, begin in September
Not very long ago, now justify your deeds
Whatever in the back of your mind that needs
To be released, holding it in is no good
Your mind is like your belly; full of food
And you’re due for a vomit, I think you’ll be sick
At first, the rest will be so incredibly quick
So fast that you won’t even recall
These little moments, miniscule, small
Now that you’ve finished your tea, let us begin.
