NPC

I don’t wanna be an NPC,

Sitting on the sidelines,

Somewhere in infinity,

Afraid to play,

Staring out at the world,

Frozen in place.

I don’t wanna be an NPC,

Watching the ones in the game,

And talking about it.

Thinking about the it’s and buts and what’s and how’s,

But never stepping inside the ring.

Frozen in fear,

Desolate in despair.

You gotta be willing to drown,

And face your biggest fears.

You gotta lean into the thick film separating you from your destiny.

And at some point you gotta let yourself fall in.

Because what good is it being an NPC,

Cycle 234,053 in samsara,

Karmically unclean,

Writhing and paining,

And watching the world spinning round and round,

And having a dream inside that shows up in the night and is forgotten by sunrise.

A hint inside your soul,

A whisper of “there must be something more,”

But surrounded by the whispers of the other NPCs keeping you small.

I refuse to be an NPC.

My dream is hidden inside of me.

Every day I wait I cover it up with another soft layer,

Soft film,

Soft cushion of dirt.

But it’s there,

Like a seed sitting in the weed, waiting for the wind to wipe it into the fertile soil,

Waiting to bloom into its dream of itself.

I won’t be an NPC.

Because life is here,

And it’s now,

And it’s waiting for me.