Poetry – If I want – a poem for independence.
If I want
If I want to do what I want to do,
That’s up to me not up to you.
If you don’t like what I want to do,
You can go screw
If I’m not hurting,
When I do my thing,
Then you shouldn’t squeal
And you shouldn’t sing.
I’ve got a hook that you can sling,
Go swing.
You give me the rules to living a life,
A house and a mortgage,
Kids and a wife.
So where’s the strange?
The love and the awe?
The stars in the sky?
The peace from the war?
Where’s all the visions?
The how and the why?
The things we create?
The thrust and the sigh?
Where’s the unknown?
And where’s the next who?
And the why should we do all the things that we do?
Opher 16.11.98
There has to be more to life than going through the motions. We have to have more. We cannot allow ourselves to be constrained within the strictures of the norm. Sometimes you have to escape into the real world and experience life.
You cannot have people dictating what is proper. You have to live your own life, discover your own mysteries, limits and make your own boundaries.
You have one life. It is for living. You are the arbiter of what you do. If it is not violent and will not hurt anyone else then you should decide. It is nobody else’s business. Most of the social mores are open to question.
Wear what you want, make your own rules for the way you live your life. fill it with love, awe and wonder, passion, thoughtfulness and fire – live as if it is your last day on earth.
