Life-
Born with a gift.
Meant to be lived.
I choose not to live it,
To waste it away.

A sense of ownership.
An assumed one at that.
A belief that it is mine to waste, after all.

Weighed under the burden of that ownership
The burden of expectations, from the first wail.
Tuned to "operate"-
To "dream a dream"
To "live a life"
And beyond-

Beyond.....beyond the line,
Beyond the horizon.
Explore new avenues-
Or, "live" a restricted program.

A purpose to live life-
A craving to look beyond.
Shrouded in tumult,
I wake up to a distant, soothing voice.