Enseda Fustian
4 min readMar 29, 2023
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All around
I hear the same old sound,
I know the people & the places
I know the language & the faces
Everywhere I go.

Ev’ry path I take,
Ev’ry fault I mistake,
Ev’ry song I hear,
All the same old fears
Guiding me.

Don’t know what is real,
Never reach out and feel,
The vast world around me
I don’t need to see
Beyond what I already know.

I know where I belong,
I know where I feel strong,
So I stay right here
With the people I endear,
With things I already know.

(Chorus)
But there are times that my heart
Tells me I’m missing a part
Of the experience why I’m here.
Is there some hidden surprise?
Do I dare open my eyes —
To look & face my fears?

Try to squeeze it down deep inside,
It stretches out the harder I fight,
But I do as I’m told
By the hands that I hold,
Must chase away curiosity!

No, I can’t be deceived,
Devoted to what I believe.
Fixed, unyielding, I’ll never stray,
Never listen to what others say.
If I look, what if I fall?

My soul longs to stretch,
But I’m no vulgar wretch —
No! Recite the note!
Keep chanting my rote!
Squeeze my eyes shut tighter still…

Let me go, let me live!
No, you must accept what we give!
Stop thinking your way
And do what we say
Or we’ll brand you deviant, too.

(Chorus)
But there are times that my heart
Tells me I’m missing a part
Of the experience why I’m here.
Is there some hidden surprise?
Do I dare open my eyes —
To look & face my fears?

That’s right, feel the peace,
Enjoy the release
Don’t burden yourself with thought
Or you’ll soon be caught
In traps hidden everywhere.

Because you can’t tell right from wrong
Can’t endure the siren song
Without others to tell you the way
You won’t last the day
Making decisions for yourself.

Can’t tell left from right
Can’t tell day from night
There’s nothing beyond what I’m told
All that’s left is what I’m given to hold
By those who control my life.

My restless soul reaches,
My pleading heart beseeches
But what if? — keeps asking my soul,
What if I’m missing the whole
Point of this marvel we call life?

(Chorus)
Coz there are times that my heart
Tells me I’m missing a part
Of the experience why I’m here.
Is there some hidden surprise?
Do I dare open my eyes —
To look & face my fears?

What’s this — can it be?
Why did I never believe?
Enough to open my eyes
And face the surprise
Of this world’s wondrous mysteries!

How could I vilify
What I never personified
And choose fear and hate
To interpret life & fate
And the ones who should’ve meant most?

Enseda Fustian

Purveyor of life, love, beauty, intelligence, expansion, & harmonious relations across human experience. All photos mine unless otherwise noted.