There’s something I feel is repressing,
Something trying to limit my expressing..
But in yoga my words can flow, like there’s no limits above or below;
When I try to structure my sentence for basic instruction,
That’s where I meet with my ugly obstruction..
I love to dance with the rhythm of each sound,
Finding it can be quite profound..
To express ones own uniqueness, showing of ourselves simply our best;
Rather than working to always be so concise,
My brain bores quickly trying make speech overly precise..
I live in colour,
What’s the point in anything other?..
Everything in my world seems more bright, each time I give up this outward internal fight..
If one could simply express without fear or feeling disturbed,
Perhaps my communications would be less perturbed?..