It’s tough to listen to your guides,
when you hold the path of others in your mind.

I am trying to hear my guides,
But they can’t get through,
Too many voices,
Crowding my mind.

I am trying to adapt.
A structured structure,
Is all I am.
What they tell me to be.
But who are we?
To be a part of society,
Is to give up on our dreams?
Structure is everything.
Can’t live without,
Can’t live within.
The voices inside,
Opinions of others,
Scrambled mind.

These days,
Intuition is hard to find,
I came into this life,
To live and learn.
Wasn’t I assigned a guide?

Sometimes I think about things under the shower. This is one such thing. Interesting.

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