I was not made to be buried in blankets of warmth, the bed is trap of warmth a cocoon that I crated too well where each morning I forget that I built it not to stay I was not made to be buried in blankets of warmth, but to retreat briefly before the battle resumes again from the thought of moving feels impossible and almost cruel I was not made to be buried in blankets of warmth, but I remind myself that this is not my purpose and not even my role where there’s ache in my knees and stiffness in my back I was not made to be buried in blankets of warmth, but pain is not a signal to stop- it’s a memory of movement even when the sore muscles are a signal that I’m still alive…
I was not made for stillness and escape, my body is asking for momentum not mercy but to stand, to stretch, to move again is not a punishment I was not made for stillness and escape, a clock ticks not lull itself to sleep but to keep time as I am no different- that I was built for something I was not made for stillness and escape, built to work, built to care, built to do so why pretend I’m something else, something breakable I was not made for stillness and escape, comfort lies like a soft-spoken lie that tempts me with warmth and stillness but that comfort asks me to avoid my life is not comfort…
I was not meant to stay unawakened, pleasure that costs my purpose is a con where even the act of rising, the shower, the steam on my skin I was not meant to stay unawakened, with every droplet I rise away with hesitation as I prepare my mind for the world not just for of body but of doubt I was not meant to stay unawakened, somewhere, someone is waiting on what I do today, it may be word, a task, a gesture but still it matters I was not meant to stay unawakened, even if the world doesn’t see it as I’m part of the machine turning, pushing, contributing to something larger than me…
I was not meant to hide from duty and forget my vow, every time I rise, I serve something more than myself not just a job, a schedule but for the greater whole I was not meant to hide from duty and forget my vow, I didn’t not just stumble into this life but I chose this road to make commitments, take oaths and raise hand to say yes I was not meant to hide from duty and forget my vow, the work I do is mine because I claimed it because I saw the need and answered it with mere action I was not meant to hide from duty and forget my vow, there are people I love, the strangers I might impact so why abandon it for a few minutes of numbness where each day is a vote for the world I want to have...
Watchwords: There is a pleasure in staying still, in not being asked to try But there’s a deeper joy that only comes from effort The kind of joy that follows sweat, focus and finish lines Once I rise, everything starts to align around movement
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”
