Breathe Poem by Green Leaf

Lucid freedom, shy resistance of hope,
Sprouting from your grace endless flows.
In darkness it glows,
To light it will grow.

Always there but unseen.
Sometimes it needs to be resurrected.
Sometimes it might get infected.
All over affected.
With seeds of the doubt,
That channel our sight.

Direction? One Way! A tunnel ahead.
Accelerate speed! Through-out all the way!
We find at the end a wall we obey.

Just grasp it! Don’t leave, just let it outrun!
Don’t twist and don’t turn, don’t slow the pace down,
Just burst with the thirst,
And lay down the crown,
Of rule amongst walls
That you may outshine.