Tonight I wrote a rhyme. Basically, in its discursive way I’m exploring the plans I once had for “big success,” which always had a stressful quality, and how those gave way to something more easy-going and authentic:
When I was younger man I was under
the influence of an inner thunder
from years of frustration
And confusion about creation
Maybe if I was a Boy Wonder
or caused a sensation
it could make up for past aggravation.
Could a worldwide standing ovation
Cause me elation?
I created who I thought I wanted to be
I thought I was free
It was something to see
But the grandiosity
was an impossibility
A facade of invincibility
I was ill at ease
Wanted just to chill in peace
And slow down,
Didn't want life to be
such a scary showdown,
I was weary and so down,
Wanting to throw down
the towel and go now
find out what I was truly about
I didn't want to have to get up and shout
and fight and constantly stand out!
I wanted out, so I tuned in
And started to win
And ever since have had
this true grin
on my face from listenin'
to the truth within
And I find I'm enough,
I don't have to be tough
made of steel stuff
like He-man, muscle man, buff!
Oof! No more, I implore
That's not what I'm living for
I'm living for the softer hum
Beating the drum
Of Freedom, here I come