Let Yourself Be Poem by Sarah Persson

I see it sometimes in the way that they think,
Unrelentingly dismal and small with red tape,
The need to feel part, to impress and possess,
Yet the greyness they know, doesn't smell like success.

Should we all resort to that same frame of mind,
Have we not our own will of which to accompany?
Obeyance of that surely fills our desire?
We each have our own belly of passion and fire.

Let go of their hand, let your mind have a say,
Breathe in the new air, try out things your own way,
Be at peace with your mind, let your true self be known
Success of oneself is the truth in your soul.