The following is a piece of spoken word poetry I wrote in case I need to prove my visions in any given situation.
It's like a city with walls but the walls are invisible even if everyone knows that they exist. Everything within those walls is socially acceptable but that is all it is, acceptable. Everything outside the walls are considered out of reach, nonsense, dreams too big to become reality.
Imagine if you started to question living inside the walls, you would take a peek through a hole you found in one of the walls. You see people that smile because they are in control of their own lives not because they feel forced to smile in order not to tell anyone how bad they feel inside. The older you get the more holes begin to appear in those walls. Piece by piece you collect data from the world outside the walls and with that data you build yourself a ladder. That ladder takes you higher, suddenly you see the world inside and the world outside from high above the walls and you start to question everything and compare these two worlds with eachother.
You feel safe between the two worlds. You know what is right but at the same time you don't feel that what you want from life is right. You know you belong in a world without walls but you are afraid to take the leap of faith. So you take the data you have collected and present it to the people inside the walls but no matter how hard you try to wake them up they are asleep and you seem to be one of the few that are awake. The calling to jump and leave the walls behind grows stronger every single day, it follows you everywhere as a daily reminder would.
Still you collect moments of happiness within the walls, pretend and try to convince yourself that the words of others are yours, the actions of others are yours and the future of others is yours. You think "maybe if I change things up a bit" and work within the walls but with your own rules. Dissapointment and misunderstandings as results. And every night as you fall asleep, every morning you wake you know you are born to be great. You are hanging in there, your hands glued to the wall but with your feet in the air, ready to jump. It becomes difficult to live day by day in a world that has taken your own mind away, it is a struggle, a modern fight of survival but is it truly worth it?
You begin to see yourself surrounded by paint, beautiful words and people who understand, they begin to gather around you, ready to catch you when you jump. They are ready to bring a trampoline or a mattress for you to jump on and provide you with security. No you only hang on to the comfort of the wall with one arm. The reasons to stay become less and less, what are you waiting for? are you waiting for permission to live? You haven't been born yesterday but why do you feel the urge to be born into a new version of yourself?
One fine morning you finally let go. You trust and take the risk, behind you are the walls and beloved people within them but you need to be at a place that allows you to succed, wish, love and believe. Now you are free. Free to be whatever, whatever you ever wanted to be.