Tribal

Humanity was tribal for many an age
Talks of travel met with confusion and rage
There's danger out there, beyond that wall
Even talking to neighbours could be our downfall

Every tribe for itself. Every culture, contained
Independent people were quashed and contained
Information didn't spread, new relations weren't sewn
All anyone wanted was to be left alone



And then we began to push boundaries and explore
Through triumph and empire, humanity wanted more
Behind the warriors were those with notions more noble
Slowly, the earth became global

A world formed where we could speak across borders
Passage less risky, we formed a world order
Art could now be witnessed from many times and places
Smiles were shared between different types of faces


We are one tribe, even if we're of different factions
So, my friend, don't be so resistant in reaction
To those who think sharing cultures is a crime
Just think of them as a few (hundred) years out of time.

Give me reason

make me run
motivate me
give me motive
and i will fly

i can't just go
without reason
i need something
help me

else i will be static
never move
i want to see
the world

i'm asking politely
i would beg
but i need something
or someone
to run for

Vulnerable

I've been trying to let myself be more vulnerable recently, but honestly, it's kind of hard
All my life I've lived so far has taught me not to show my cards
That the world is out to get me, so I'd better watch my back
And that anyone not constantly on defense is vulnerable to attack
Easier by far not to be involved, better never to begin anything
Throw up every barrier and don't you dare. Let. Anyone. In.

Yes it can be draining. But we all manage it somehow.
And after years and years of training, I'm good at it by now.

This fort has become my home, a habit of it's own
So I sit within relaxed, guarded, and alone.

And I don't want to be anymore
And I don't know what will happen when I open up my doors
And I'm sorry for when I instinctively try to shut in in your face
Please. Please try again. Ignore that I have to brace.

I just didn't realise how defensive I'd become.
Wondering why that deep friendship wouldn't come
Until realising that anyone who looked in my direction
Simply saw a person with layer after layer of protection

So, I'm going to try
It'll be tough. I may question why.
If I let people in, sacrifices will have to be made.
I've seen many people hurt by others. And scars are a tricky trade.

Being vulnerable isn't enough. I know that in my heart.
But hey. I'm trying. And that's a start.

Rest

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day I will rest.
But tomorrow I agreed work to be done, and it has to be my best.
And there's this other favour, and that one too.
I don't think the tomorrow's rest will likely come true.

Maybe in a week? I'll say no to things people suggest.
I'll schedule one day in when I can truly rest.
Hold on though. I have this weekly commitment early each day.
And that stuff in a month that I just can't delay.

Next year, I'll be a whole different me.
Maybe I'll stop my job and work and degree.
And in that year, I'll make time to do nothing at all.
Because otherwise I know I'll just hit a wall.

When I am dead, maybe I shall lay still in my grave.
Or maybe I'll still twist and turn and work and slave.
With the knowledge of one more thing I should do.
With a promise of rest held when eternity is due.

True rest is needed, and not just doing a different task.
The ability to stop. Breath. To collect yourself at last.
We all need that time. A break from the day to day.
And if I can't promise myself tomorrow's rest, then I shall rest today.