A Place Of My Own Poem by Alan Kabanshi

Questions aging without answers…
Why does the world tie me to everything of a loss?
And the past bindingly holdfast to nothing that last?

Wasted I have grown to peoples ideologies
Expected to act not in my own but widely perceived
Why be judged by ethical standing,
And doubt decisions I conceived?

There lies a need to differ and a need to be one
Am ought to be, free like a bird on the wings
Soaring in the expanse where my soul begins
Where I can steer quiet nights and let my thoughts collide
A place I can hold and touch things I can feel
Live in the space of inner influence, where everything is real
Not a place where my voice drowns in others whispered ideals
But where I can be more than just a name
Where time never ticks one thin dime
A place with ambition of no limit to what you can become
A place that knows no grudge but dwells in respect
A place nothing but of my own

2011