Posted in Daily Fires

But were all in chains

We were born free But were all in chains

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The moment we were born, the chains started to be applied to us, Our names, our nationality, where, how we live, our beliefs, religion, values are all pushed on us. Then we get exposed to media and advertisements and our thoughts are controlled.

By the time we are young adults, we have been moulded by invisible chains, The chains that dictate who we are…

But are they really us?

Is the life you living today yours.

Why did you really buy that last purchase, why did you get to college and uni, why do you do what you do.

Or a more important question who do you want to be and is what you’re doing today paving the way towards that.

Can you remove the chains applied to you into freeing yourself.

Into being you.

Not if you don’t question yourself, our values, your habits, your goals…

Break the chains, Free yourself.

Posted in Poetry

Wild Child

Why don’t we play anymore,
When did our lives become so grey
Fearing another dreaded Monday

We used to play without a thought for the rest of the day
Stop and splash in a puddle, then make a dash straight to the next puddle

No thoughts of consequences of what the other kids thought of us
We were just happy
Maybe that’s what we ought to go back to doing

We seem to have caught this bug,
That we should not play
As it’s not the adult way
Or maybe it was taught to us
By someone who thought they were better than the rest of us

Now were all sad,
Because someone was mad
Because they were told that playing was bad

But look deep inside,
There’s a child inside that was locked away before its day
And its waiting to be let loose and go wild

Like a ship and its not ment to be docked
It wants to be out on the open sea

Yet the port is not blocked by a lock
There is no key you see the cage is imaginary

So jump in that puddle,
Give that tree a cuddle
Get muddy
That child inside is making you rage
Because you locked away your best buddy

Your snappy,
Your frightened of being judged by some bitch that you don’t even like

But ditch those thoughts
They dont serve you now
You’re tired of being unhappy

So leave the port and get out in the open

You are a wild child
Be happy