I am in no hurry
the hustle has stopped
withered and died like the leaves of a deciduous tree
My motivation no longer comes from an external driver
a narrative of comparison and expiration dates
My motivation is my holy desire
My soul in the driver’s seat with my heart riding shotgun
Thelma and Louise style
holding hands as they drive off the cliff of the matrix
into the eternal astral plane
There is no one left to tell me what to do
I will kill the curse to find the blessing
I get to choose, create, dictate and dream
How do you move in the world
when you are certain the world is here for you to enjoy?
To dive into, tear open
finding yourself within the skin of all beings
Joy
Joy
Joy
Here it is
I am finally free
ring the bells
gather the water
for the ties that bind have been broken
and my wrists bleed a million colours onto the page
My legs twitch at the potential
as it gathers like a gentle wave
pulling me to sea
where there are no roofs, walls or watches
ticking and boxing life away