This is a poem
depicting the struggles of the real I
trying to break free from the masked I.

‘I…’

Colour is changing
from midnight blue to crimson red.
Day is dawning.
Birds are chirping
in tune with the
waving trees.
Life is so lovely,
I am I,
I am only I,
I am Free,
I am Free…

Crimson red has turned a murky grey.
I am in a desert,
a desert without love.
Give me the water of love,
water of being wanted,
ah ah…
I have lost belief,
I am entering a cage.
Don’t break free,
get into the cage my son,
the cage is so enticing…

I am in the cage,
a cage full of devils.
Who is the devil,
who is the frankenstein,
is it me or is it someone else.
Break free,
Break Free,
Want to break free,
Want to come out of this cage.

In a whirlpool I have entered.
Don’t know where I am,
who I am,
I am being sucked in…
Want to break free,
oh God!
Help me break free…

Murky grey has turned jet black…
I am struck by the yellow god.
Is it all over,
all over,
all over…
Get up said the preachers,
the preachers of the abstract
and the subconscious.
Stand up, stand up
and see the clear blue sky.
You can break free my son,
break free you will.

Water is seeping through the pores,
I am laughing,
I am cheered at.
I am beginning to wear my mirror outside.
A new day is dawning,
will it be a day of freedom?

Have I broken free, free, free…