Spirited Wings
Pensively I ponder upon meanings that make me wonder
Are we bodies with a soul or souls in a body?
yet why do we box it up in glorified golden invisible cages?
making it feel like this is what it was meant to be?
How can my soul be courageous when she is limited to ideologies?
Should she not experience roads less travelled?
The risks of the unknown, meeting new goals
Exploring new horizons that holds mystical meaning.
My soul must be free to feel new energy
spread love and meaning to every organism
There mere liveliness and enthusiasm of soaring with no boundaries
the overwhelming experience of love, laughter, and zest of just being.
So, then when did this conform happen where we are chained to boxes
of worshiping sun, sea, mountains, and imaginary faces.
Stories of fear and banish should you rebel
How this came to be, is so hard to tell.
So, when death comes calling will our souls still have a religion?
or does the next realm hold no such meaning
We are all one, spirits just soaring
free, wild, brave, and every other character you stopped in the name of discipline or religion?
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