Poem: Ought to Permit

these walls have claimed

a right to cling onto me

even if I'd run away,

they would find me

and hold me tighter

to contain me inside

we make copies of ourselves

throughout our lives

many roles you can take on

but always follow through

in the things you teach

we spend our youth

drunk on the idea

that we could live forever

we'd be the first ones

as things start to fly by

we look for a sign of stability

gathering universal truths

this world is full of promises

you can choose to believe

anything you want

but once the mind silences itself

for those who learn to wait

things fall into place

not as you wanted them to be

but as they ought to be