You realize you would not like to go through this experience again
What is this existence all about anyway?
Rising up in the morning and crash that mind at night
all in between is just matter.
What about this and what about that…..
I burden my mind to the point of stroke, high blood pressure,
Overweight, bulky
Then shrill again
ensure mislaid hair, teeth and well that’s personal,
What makes me joyful, I love me…… everything about how I exist.
I glorify me, because I achieve the miniscule object in a day,
An infinite deed
I have learn to halt every rumored actuality, even your thoughts
Can assassinate you…
The breath of meditation is the immense working to
Control and relax
Conveying a innovative perspective
Then I endeavor it again in this existence, precisely, currently,
Still fledgling, gorgeous and more sentient
Competent to do what my descendants merely
Dream
What I envision goes beyond this citadel, that houses the androgynous me
be unrestricted without inhibition,
Free me, free me
Naiobi Poetry 