There’s something inside,
something pushing,
something tired to hide.
There’s a scream,
a need of space.
There’s a dream
of spiritual grace.
There’s a question
and a million doubts,
some suggestion,
An idea that sprouts.
Maybe all of this
has a secret sense,
you just can’t see it,
cos your mind is a fence.
You need to jump,
to leap into the abyss.
Maybe you’ll flump,
But you’ll find the bliss.