Sense Of Myself.

Mindfully conscious of who imposes Such tight control, and why, I reveal The potential real me, sensibly go Underground for a while and conceal Any awareness of take-over motive Designed to batten me down. I just smile And sensing my own informed aura, know How to bide time before a beguiling Question I raise, as to who is wiser, The fool who allows control, or the clown Who faces possession and disguises Mirth at the notion of being brought down. Discerning the awesome power in me As an amazing person with choice, life Becomes meaningful, with reason to see That sensing freedom brings enlightenment.