We chase approval, seek the nod,
From strangers, friends, and silent gods.
Their praise can lift, their blame can sting—
They get to tell us how to sing.

 

But even when no voice is near,
We shame ourselves to persevere
Is that our voice or parasites—
Tricking us with their soundbites?

 

Inside this House of Good and Bad,
We prove we're "good" by being had.
By feeling guilt or chest with pride
For goodness sake, we’re certified.

 

Let go the fight, release the chain,

No need for pride, no need for pain.

Beyond the frame of wrong and right,

There lies a field of pure delight.

 

Toddlers free have not yet learned
That love can both be earned or burned.
But to belong, they must agree—
Forever down there on their knees.

 

Even when we think they’re ours,
Those thoughts were wrought by others’ powers.
They may sound sweet, but they are sly—
“I should do this, I won’t ask why.”

Let go the fight, release the chain,

No need for pride, no need for pain.

Beyond the frame of wrong and right,

There lies a field of pure delight.

 

No right, no wrong, a soul laid bare,
No names, no games, just open air.
The HOGAB falls, the blame is gone,
And what remains—a joyful song.