I’ve learnt something of the world we chose to create.
Working jobs with long hours, just to make a buck.
Actionable motions that neither light the soul
Nor make an impact.

The lie being told so that we stay—
Stay small.
Stay powerless.
Stay feeding the man who gives so little,
Yet demands so much.

Yet the heart knows,
It knows.
Knows this isn’t for us.
It knows of a deep yearning
That tells us to wake up,
To leave these spaces
And create what matters.

The fear of the unknown,
Of spaces we haven’t been,
Not realizing—
These spaces are what truly set us free.

Freedom never felt before is awkward,
Like a toddler taking its first steps,
Fumbling before getting its bearing,
Learning to stride,
To walk with confidence,
Then running to claim what’s ours,
Running towards something we call home.