It's time

You need to keep your stories unfinished, 
Unwritten, untold 
Or maybe you just get high on beginnings 
Mistaking your thoughts for your feelings 
Same lesson, unlearned 
Your heart still on hold 
Yes, you are the wanderer, 
The untamed nonbeliever, the rebel, the dreamer, 
The traveler trapped in a tower of fears, 
Of patterns yet to be broken, 
Of true words yet to be spoken 
And images about how things should be 
That won’t let you be 

Don’t you see  
I know you, you are me,  
Pinned down here by titles, by guilt and by pride 
Vividly blind 
When all that is needed is right there inside 
And maybe it’s time to break free from the show 
It’s time to love 
To live 
And let go