“I feel much better when I am spontaneous,
Because it comes from the heart”
An inspiring truth by the Dalai Lama
This is the way it should be
Living our lives by our hearts and moving free
Wise words truly soulfully smart
Freeing us from complications and trauma

But our spontaneity is used against us
The monsters wait for the butterfly to flit
Grabbing their bit
Gremlins hide causing innocence a fit
Evil lurks waiting for the free spirit
Sadly, we must admit

In a world of control, rules and rigidity
Being spontaneous has no validity
Instead we act the role of an adjutant
Forgetting about complete abandonment

Guarded, we only wish for the skies of blue
Which deepens our desire to pass through
Sometimes we break under the continued strain
Of desiring spontaneity only to retreat and refrain
Arcane knowledge spinning and tightening the chain
We still enlist caution as we try to rush forward
Spontaneity as the ideal to work toward

The monsters, gremlins and naysayers
Doomsayers, purveyors and soothsayers
Hide around the corners of society
Creating anxieties of a fearful variety
Assuring our role as supporting players
In the dark tragedy of human drama

Dearest Dalai Lama
We are kept at bay
Matters of our heart falling into disarray
Safely we keep our motions very guarded
And our spontaneous love nature disregarded

Secretly policing our own freedom
Devoid of a reality or any wisdom
Making spontaneous actions fearful
Bringing emotions that are tearful
Committing crimes against humanity
Combining treachery with insanity

So that acting from our heart
Spontaneously
Slowly and steadily falls apart
Becoming mostly gripped by fear
Simultaneously