The World Outside Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Like a gigantic pothole
Gaping mouth ready to swallow me whole
The world outside looks like a scary place
But wait a minute, where am I and who am i?
I am a walking, talking dream
That has found its way around the rim of the night
Into the bright skies of tomorrow
I am struggling to adjust to my new found freedom
Everything looks suspicious and delicious at the same time
My head is bloated after I ate a sour dish of hallucinogenic nightmares
My mind is a cacophony of thoughts and emotions
Like a new found sport, I am attracted to a golden moment beyond my sight
Walking, talking like a madman
I am following the exciting footsteps of material wealth
Where am i? How am i?
I am blinded by my search, totally lost in my quest
I am like a whisper on the corridor of life
Very fragile, yet full of secrets
I feel like flying, even though my wings are still wet
I am a dream that never left its perch
But I am very far away from my porch
I have to gather my achievements
And be one with the requirements
I have to find the folder for my expectations
And list all my needs, wants and desires
I am confused by all the restrictions
Why should I be shackled to this prescription?
I am flabbergasted by this conscription
It is a conspiracy to deny me my freedom
I don't belong here
I am going back to my realm
It was a vacation cut short by the rigid surface of this world
The world outside looks amazing
But it's full of rules, needs, wants and desires
I can't take it any more

©Kenneth Maswabi