Are we victims of our own insecurities?
Our fears define us.
They limit us.
They push us onto the safest path.
The path with the least resistance.
We need to break free.
Shrug off our fears
And pursue life to the fullest.
The evil lies within.
Each of us has the voice.
The voice enticing us to be bad.
It offers suggestions for revenge.
Immoral ways to succeed.
It never sleeps.
It appears in our nightmares.
Forever ready to lead us
down dark pathways.
Always on the hunt for
new followers.
We don’t have to feed it.
But let it starve.
The door.
Open it.
Step inside.
You might find paradise,
or death might be waiting.
You’ll never know
unless you open the door.
NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
This is not the yellow brick road
that will lead you to fantasies.
This is the road of reality
that is determined by your choices.
Its course is charted by you.
Take care of the twists and turns.
It’s a ride of a lifetime.
A candy store of fun.
Which one to choose?
Yellow or red?
Maybe a binding of white?
No choice can be bad.
A path is only as hard
as you allow it to be.
Take steady steps.
Never look back.
Never quit.
Face forward.
Back straight.
Walk forward.
Not only will you make it far
but you will have followers.
NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
This is not the yellow brick road
that will lead you to fantasies.
This is the road of reality
that is determined by your choices.
Its course is charted by you.
Take care of the twists and turns.
It’s a ride of a lifetime.
If only sadness can be a channel,
one that you can turn on and off at will.
I would clear all sadness from my life
with channels of happiness to fill.
Life or a picture?
Choices.
Decisions.
A copy or reality.
Colors or a dull sketch.
Nothing can beat mother nature.
Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz
Should I keep flying,
Or join my friends?
So many choices.
All are good.
The sun is setting,
warming my feathers.
My friends are swimming
with the current.
They look happy.
Content.
A beautiful day.
To be alive.
To be a bird.
