Shining The Way Out Poem by iris shih

You owe me nothing
as if i was nothing before i met you
as a teacher you have tried your best
as you said
i am passionate, yet spoiled
my passion after freedom
my colors for my dreams
vivid, romantic, but not realistic
your words about inviting no more dream makers
rings my bell

the 4 words that you passed to me
authenticity, simplicity, spontaneousity, ...
what's the rest?
my memory and retreiving ability withers
along the soil sitting on so many wars
wars after wars
what leaves me is roars and soars
mind spitting into endless spikes
networking here and there as if theory of broken glass
where am i
where are you
there are times i don't want to know
what's real what's dream
not even one word can grab the hints
who am i
who am i
leaving me questions and questions
reality asks me to shut up
to shut down to be quiet
my body tells me i am eventually tired
yet my mind is restless
my spirit never lets me await
is it because i am bipolar?
my spirit, my mind, connected to my soul
keep telling me i cant fall behind, just can't always be the bottom soil
the kid inside wont let me go
as if the girl inside doesnt want to let you go
what's real what's unreal
who lies who is the most honest
wars after wars
lies after lies
what's left where is the rest
what's inside me is still vivid
that part of me that never hides
and that's what keeps me grow and regrow
it's still too slow i suppose
yet
as if i tell you a long time ago
if there's going to be wars
to live or to die
i am not going to be the who desires to lie
and i am not going to be the one who dies
at least not alone
to fight to flee to be free
if one day i tell you my heart dies along being simplistic
quitting teaching will be the eternity
choose to stay in simplicity
doesn't necessarily equal to naive
while your soul seeks silence
mine, as parts of me have already become yours
still on the way finding the way out
as if a clear reflection of you upon my heart
i am still too young to give up
as if a spoiled student
still dare to ask his dearest teacher
if this teacher will continue his coaching
to his world's slowest crawling creature