Solitary Spirit

Alone in this world, surrounded by lies.

I'm waiting for everyone to open their eyes.

Look at them now with their zombie gaze.

It's as if the world is shrouded in a haze.

A haze of desolation. A haze of isolation.

Around every corner is a wave of temptation.

Media messages leading you the wrong way.

They think it's a gift, but it leads only to dismay.

How could we possibly gain anything from this deceit?

Pay with your soul, then collect your receipt.

I feel alone because it seems no one else can see

How the things we've created will not let us be.

They won't let us be who we truly are.

A blossoming flower, a rising star.

Stuck in a state of static stasis.

Limited to lifeless, unchanging places.

We're made to think we need this or that,

To become something else, that we're ugly or fat.

But our soul is not this body, this physical form.

It's just a temporary vessel for us to perform.

To perform a dance, a dance of life.

To experience the world, but it's a double-edged knife.

For it's all part of the experience, being here.

Not to shake in the wind and live in fear.

Embrace the storm. Go into it head on.

Your spirit is great, powerful, and strong.

There are no limits to your true state.

Imprisonment in this world is not your fate.

And though it feels that you're a lonely soul,

You're one of many; You are part of a whole.

We are connected to an energy within.

And though it may not appear so, we are kin.

This world often feels isolated and cold,

Don't fall into the fray and let your soul be sold.

Join with me in this wonderful existence.

Take heed, for it will require meaningful persistence.

Just know this is not the end, it's nowhere near it.

There is always hope, dear Solitary Spirit.