There Are No Fences

There Are No Fences


Don't point out my boundaries so certainly,
for you don’t know…
In fact, each time you limit me,
I see the chance we BOTH might grow.
This -- this interaction, is our destiny --
t'was meant to be...
Stand by your belief and say it strong,
but find the lesson when you're wrong.

Why do you keep telling me I won't succeed?
I suspect you're justifying deeds,
opinions, or some past that hasn’t settled well.
Perhaps I’m just your new excuse for suffering,
reminder of some other thing, a consequence experienced --
it's like you didn’t get what you had hoped to have
and now you're feeling bad.

I hope, as you reflect on this, some part of you --
some past -- a prior game you lost --
a curse -- is recognized.
Does something sting as I recite my poetry?
I have no clue, but how could I expect for you,
quite honestly, to urge me as I sing --
my words are free and true -- but all you see is Failing You!

Meanwhile, back at camp, your troops are sluggish,
some rebellious –- more like horses,
bound by forces, barbed and wretched,
trapped by fences when they really want to run!
They want to sprint with just one reason –-
thrill of speed on open range!
They're motivated by the calling, but you're stalling,
in denial of the fun of this,
opposing all this freedom, unredeeming,
as it only fosters change.

In your voice, I hear a mind that thinks
all horses should be stabled, tigers caged and on display.
You're charging fees to those who wish to see
these creatures, wild and free --
you've got them tamed, their spirits broken,
under lock and dangling key.
It makes me think you'd rather keep your dreams
as nothing more than dreams...

Well, I say keep your dreams and keep your chains as well.
I might suggest you go to Hell.
My mind is free and on display
and runs with horses with no limits!
No resistance in the distance,
I'm persistant and insistant
that I’ll NOT be tamed today!