My life is a realm of complexity from which I thrive, A duality of emotions make me feel so alive. What I believe versus what I am told, A struggle that is eons old.

I want what I am told not to desire, Seek out which sets my being a-fire. What I am told to have I cherish, This eternal conflict is all to nightmarish.

Civilization holds on to a belief, One that fills my life with much grief. A belief that I do not wholly subscribe to at my core, Life is to be lived, experienced, shared and want for nothing more.

In daylight I walk the streets as a drone, Playing by the “rules” as I roam. In my dreams I live in a world of my making, A dream of no boundaries, no rules, no shame and no taking.

It is this dream where you have existed, Where insecurities and hesitation have been resisted. To pleasure me, to comfort me as part of my kingdom, To allow me to be who I am and bathe in true freedom.

I am being asked to awaken from this dream, As you take time to assess what this means. My dream as if sand it is built, Has fallen victim to our old friend that is guilt.

Guilt chokes like the blockage of an artery Guilt confines like the bars of a prison Guilt traps like the depths of quicksand Guilt binds like chains on the soul of any man.

My dream clouds over as a storm sweeps in, Threatening my pleasures as the world claims sin. Guilt has entered my world but not for me, As it attacks the being who rests on bended knee.

It is a choice for that soul to be made, Recoil to the masses or not to be swayed. I will go on staying true to my dream, Maintaining two lives that are not always seen.

There are dreams that exist by those who can see, The truth to one's self that must be set free. In this realm where beliefs can collide I will find my kingdom that keeps me alive.