Never will I understand that should I rise from my seat and break the dam,Never will I release all which I've bottled for personal inspection. Never may I bathe in the ocean of energy, Nor swim in the awareness of self. Never, that is, until I flood this island of false being, This island I've built to define myself.
So break it! So let it sink into the sea! For houses made of sand will never last. I must open myself to both my present and past.
Transcend the insecurities, go beyond yourself. Then perhaps you'll feel free, caged no longer. For you're into the infinite, and you're falling upwards.