All I really need is me,
No man-made God can set me free.
Intentions, fears and thoughts alike
Create perceptions in shredded light.
Soul inception, spirit infection.
I exist to resist in a societal direction.
Clean streets exist when collective minds resist dirty myths.
Confounded by bounded minds who can't mind their minds. I wonder why?
They can keep their shackled existence in a matrix that craves resistance.
The sun retires and darkness sheds light upon the sea,
And finally I see, it's reality, all I need to do is just be, all I really need is me.
By Kristin Smith
©2023 Kristin Smith
