Break free

A poem I had written...not too old...yet different. 

Routine - 

the same old path.

Monotonous.

The streets bustling,

people walking,

zombies coming to life.

Sweat. Hard work.

The typical paycheck,

the idiot box, back home.

Stress, less sleep,

food - the enemy.

Routine - 

the same old path.

Rain clashes.

Storm coming your way.

Break free,

Fly.

Shout out loud,

yell,

let the world know

what you are worth.

Bring back the 

sparkle in your eyes.

the glow to your cheeks.

Smile, laugh

Enjoy.

Because

before you know it,

the thunder rolls,

lightning strikes,

and the world 

crumbles,

before your very own eyes.

And you're left helpless
regret is all you see.

Break the chains,
let go.
Before the time's passed
you'll know.
Not weak,
feel the power.
Open your eyes,
see it.
Feel alive.
Dance, sing.
Love and live.
Break free.
Fly,
Soar High.