Suppression is toxic
The less you show
The less you grow
Suppression of body
Leads to disease
Suppression of heart
Leads to misrepresentation
Suppression of mind
Leads to insanity
Wandering the streets
Pastels of every shade coat each building
Finding the nooks and hideaways
Where only the locals go
And some staples as well
The beauty of St. Mark’s Basilica
Matched only by its history
Strolling among the innumerable vineyards
Fields of Albarossa and Durella
All new and exciting, but lacking
I only came to forget you
But here I am
Week by week we sell our souls
In pursuit of regaining them
On a date unknown
But where is the point of no return?
When do we get lost in the pursuit
And become machines
Incapable of emotion, feelings, logic
Unable to remember what we were selling out for
We begin these journeys with a short term mindset
“Someday, when I’m older…”
“Once I save this much…”
“When my kids go off to college…”
But when do we chase our own soul?
When do we soar beyond salesmanship
And into our dreams?
Are we more creatures of habit,
Or habits of creature?
We like to pretend that we have routines,
Decisions made every day to control our lives.
What about our monkey mind?
When are we making our own decisions
Versus tapping into our primal urges
And acting on instinct?
Creatures of habit are boring
Mundane, ducklings in a file line
Following along in lockstep
Trying not to stand out
Habits of creature are real
Visceral responses to a habitual world
Allowing us to flex
And become mighty