Conduit between body and head
Corridor for traveling thoughts
And speeding instructions.
It bends unnaturally as time
Slowly puts down its full weight
And as thoughts get clogged in mind
With nowhere to go.
For a job that only values my sweat
My rhyming spheres of soul
Gone unnoticed.
Every borrowed lungful
Of air I waste on breathing
Rather than singing.
Neck is sore today,
No wonder! You’d be sore too
If you’d been cajoled
Into molds unsavoury.
Excepting for this one thing
That my neck slowly straightens
As I learn to let go.
A jubilant surrender
Of weights that break my neck,
Simple recognition that I put
Them on myself
And that you’d lift them off
If I’d just let you.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 