To be me

 

I yearn to rise and sieze control

there is an angry silence in my soul

For too long I have been repressed

and for life I begin to lose my zest

 

I am tired of the prosaic and dull

for which most of life seems to pull

To be higher where beauty reigns supreme

no longer called to be one of a team

 

Free to write, think and pray

to do as I want each single day

To awake to Grieg´s Morning Song

and to sleep bissfully all night long

 

To rouse myself to a concerto of vigour

to paint, compose with vital rigour

To be alone, free of distraction

save a sense of satisfaction

 

Please may I withdraw and be only me

so that body, mind and spirit be free

To wander and to be alone

and see where is my true heavenly home