Self portrait

Perception is colored by all you think you know,
Engraved in stone by those who told you it was so.

Rigorously  they believed it and made it part of you,
Commanding that you never think to question if it’s true.

You are expected to do exactly as they say,
You are permitted no options, no other way.

You walk with blinders, limited in what you see
Not realizing your thoughts don’t allow you to be free.

You absolutely believe until you truly wonder,
Which can bring a fire of insight, turning life asunder.

In the blazing Phoenix that rises bursts the power to know
Your truth comes from your perception making it so.