The prison of my mind
Is that of an ever changing maze
Once the light is found through the heavy haze
The atmosphere changes to a different kind.
The maze is narrow, bright, and true
With the perception of everything figured out
I know too much, have no fear, I don't want out
No one else knows what I know they have no clue.
Just as quickly as the maze turns to gold
The maze can turn deeply dark; never ending.
Deeper, deeper, deeper descending
I wonder in this gloomy eternal maze of old.
How will my mind be set free?
Of this cursed maze bound to me?
I am never sure of what path I take
As the true possibility of relief goes untold.
And so I continue in this labyrinth of my mind
Always cautiously creeping the path of existence.
I wish my adventure would bring consistence
Instead of silent shade with God enshrined
Into my very being at the same time.
I will never be free of the constraints of my mental prison
Unless my body falls and my soul has risen
To a land where all paths are true
And the walls of mazes have fallen.
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