Days of Self

There are days
We crave for a bond
As strong as the atoms
Building our bones

There are days
We say we are enough
Though we miss a simple touch,
We play tough in a rough
Game of deep solitude.

There are days we dismiss
Our inner reality
Abandon our inner quest
To chase the illusions
Created by our inner mess
We choose the red pill
The chocolate cluster
The jar of peanut butter
Not to deal with deal with real

There are days we rip off
The bandaids off our wounds
Rewind time and swim painfully
In a far forgetten past
With no gain but the sake of whining
Feeling sorry, for ourselves.

There are days we snap off
Our self inflicted mysery
We take off to a different dream,
There are days we wake
To a different spirit
We spit out the poison
Off our heart, take a new step
To get rid of,  to abandon  our suffering.

There are days we remember
our divine power
The will to express our will
We quit the autopilot
To take back the plot,
Rewrite the script of our destiny
Those days we feel whole
Just as we are meant to be