You will never be inspired
If you refuse to be breathed into
If you always look straight ahead
If you never let your windows down
Or take out your earbuds.
There is a wind
For those who live without air-conditioning.
There is a light
For those who step out of the shade.
There is a healing
For those who are done with self-medication.
There is a beauty
For those who have seen enough ugly.
No one has ever arrived at freedom
Flying on autopilot.
You will not hear the voice of love
Unless you cup your ears to receive it.