The God In You Is Your Passion

Within the ember of my soul, I sense a fire that confuses the clock, That fire bellowed when I poured my focus in thus hesitation flew in a flock, The time has come, where now I stand as someone beyond what someone could at least see, How proud I feel about myself, when its time to mentor so that even the children could see what they could factually be, Why are you so surprised ? Everyone began to ask, As I could feel my eyes going back to see how I lived my life with a mask, Where to the hands of conformity, we were like paralyzed figures drawn, On us by any colourless ink they could draw though they ignore even if we frown, That was the time when I realized I could move my body if I moved my soul, As the gold of my free will forged me to hike towards the goal, Now, I am no longer that enslaved picture, For now I truly breathe as I am freed from that imprisoning fixture, Don't we search for the existence of god in any cage ? But didn't he create us as it was foretold in his image ? We are all being deceived as we are disillusioned by the fashion we praise, So please realize the god in you is your passion before its too late.