Loosen the grip

A small pile of sand
is held tightly in this fragile hand
The grains slip away
until almost no spec is there to stay
So open up the palm
and salvage what is not gone
Fingers enclose on the sand
but it needs air
Air to breathe and air to see
Air that gives the feeling of free

It's Only Human

Do not suppress the urges to
Execute impulsive thoughts
Soul searching is your own thing
Infinity is mind over matter
Really letting your mind free is not
Easy nor is it impossible