Who do you think you are?

I don’t know who do you think you are,
but I see reluctance, and no plans
to dive deep within yourself.

I don’t know who do you think you are,
and why you think all this makes sense.

You, refusing to see beyond your imagined vision,
never questioning could something more be hidden.

And why do you think so much?

You need to feel to get in touch
With reality, with your essence,
With your desires and your needs

You need to stop this nonsense
Choose more over less
And admit

You’re a living, breathing heart
Collapsing into the desire to be freed