I've stumbled upon a little piece of revolution..
I've been thinking.
About art
travel
languages
love
people.
And what I figure we all come down to
ultimately
is self expression.
It's that simple.
Where we go
How we eat
What we think.
The steps we take.
Sex, money, addiction, friendships, desires, war - all of it.
Self-expression.
And so the only reason to be afraid
of any of these things
is because we are scared to express that aspect of ourselves.
With all the unknowns flying up into our faces, burying us
in hard, cold facts we choose to listen to
Instead of teaching ourselves how to dance with life -
No expectations, no sorrows, no disappointments.
Only You.
And the avenues of
Your Expression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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