Life Becomes You

Wake up you dead people,
Those souls in hibernation,
Your minds wasting away,
Show thy refulgent self.


Why is your soul immured
In this unthinking cowardice.
Why are you so perfidious,
Thy effete soul crying.


Thy life devoid of passion,
Thyself, labile.
At times so unbriddled,
At times, timid.

Ah this torrential chaos,
This internal pandemonium,
Gnawing at thy heart and soul,
The very depths of thy being.


Come out of this inebriated life,
Let go of the masses,
The perfunct.
Leave behind the artifice,
The maelstrom.

Come forth intrepid, open the orifice,
Let thyself out of the jail.
Free thyself, thy very being,
Thy depths, thy complete being.


Let the life you live be yours,
A true reflection of thy real self.
Let it be what you want it to be,
Not a default, nor a veiled self.


Thy life is thy journey,
The journey of you, for you.
Only you can stake your claim,
And only you are to blame.

Don't let the world stamp all over,
For your life is meant for thee.
So let not your real self cower,
And come forth with alacrity.


So wake up, rise and shine,
And make this life thine.
Let it be worth the seal of your approval,
Let it be one you enjoy and revere.