Do you believe what your senses reveal,
Could that reality be the real deal?
Or do you resist, reshape, and deny,
Painting illusions to pacify.

 

A fact in the past, you twist or forget,
A truth in the now, you label regret.
You bind the unknown with “must” and “ought,”
Chaining your heart to fictional thoughts.

 

Your every “should” is a silent fight,
Waging a war that blocks your sight.
To see the world and let it be—
That is your path to being free.

 

“My son should live,” the mother cries,
As if her words could nullify.
“I should be strong,” head bowed in shame,
As if weakness defiles your name.

 

She gave up joy for a dutiful plan,
To prove she’s good and belongs to the clan.
A soldier his mind he had betrayed
A “should” was honored, his life he paid!

 

Your “shoulds” a cage, “should nots” a wall,
Each one denies, makes your downfall.
The world just is—not cruel nor kind,
You’ll suffer when you won't align.

 

Your every “should” is a silent fight,
Waging a war that blocks your sight.
To see the world and let it be—
That is your path to being free.

 

Believe what is, not what you’d like,
For peace lives when your facts are right.
Your shoulding shits right where you sit—
Un-should yourself and truth admit.