Deceptions feed on dreams
Of what we wished on needs
The sources of our inner truth
But they are put to misuse
We don’t become different
We simply flee our imprisonment
The lies we were fed from others
Telling us we are their covers
And in turn it only smothers
Who we are, the being inside
Who keeps pushing aside
The lies your brain shouts
And the heart doubts,
So it tries to whisper,
But the mind can falter,
It shouts and floods
Your very blood
With the habits and likes
Which only live to strike
You down, pulling you deeper
Only to find a wall steeper
Than you started to climb
So how can you define,
Who you are?
By that instinct,
What makes you happy,
But does not hurt any
Person, you or thing?
What truly brings
You the joy to thrive?
What makes you so alive?
That it helps others and you?
That it brings light and truth?
There you will find your true self
The person underneath all the chaos
Who was the one who safeguards
The truth until you were ready
Since when your happy,
It’s not about time, but journey