Can a man with no name find his calling
Can a chained man explore the freedom even if the chains is all he has
Can a man taste a sense of shame even if he's full of ego
Can a man with nothing to tell compose the act for a tale
How could a man with trembling legs stand so tall
How could a man with a shakened back have the shoulders that withstand his downfall
How could a man with storms in his head has plains in his face
How could a man who akin to mess deeply understand the touch of grace
As if the shackles are strong enough to halt his start but weak enough to grasp his heart
As if his weakness is the strength to be able to step on hell and carry the heaven
As if his mind is a peak that no one could ever reach, a mountain range that no one is brave enough to approach
As if he's afraid to forge yet letting his breath to ride the flow to growth
He's not feeding his ego
He's enslaved by it
He's not revealing his shame
He's stripped by it
Leaving him with only himself and the idea of freedom in creating
--Ulrich Bahn, 24/4/2024
Theme : Self