Prisoner Of My Mind / Peace
Prisoner Of My Mind / Peace
I am a prisoner of my own mind,
With bounds of my thoughts and beliefs.
My fears and nightmares,
My worries and cares
With piercing eyes, at me they stare.
Faced with a choice, which road do I take?
The one that keeps me real, in here and now
Or the one that takes me to the imaginarium of my own make.
Ah, my wild imagination, you are at fault.
But wasn’t it I who fed you with stories and tales,
Some real and some fake?
But now you turn against me
And trap me in an unending maze:
Of questions with no answers,
Of poisons with no antidotes,
Of hurts with no healing,
Of pains not receding.
Of deafening silences
And self- destructing penances.
With your self-induced trances,
You are the only drug I need:
To feel unfounded joy and inconsolable sorrow all at the same time.
You are the weakest link
In the chain of my being.
You lock me in my mind and there is no key to find.
You keep me a prisoner till I set myself free.
Which only means that
I am my own prisoner till I keep myself so.
But once I open my mind and
Kill my hatred,
Burn my jealousies,
Shatter my delusions
And defeat my insecurities.
When I conquer my vices
And wage a war on lethargy,
Then I guarantee my own release
Because they were my real enemies.
Nothing else,
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
They trapped me in my personal prison
And gave me utmost stress.
They tortured me inside my mind without cease,
But now what I embrace outside
Can only be called true peace:
Of my mind, body and soul
Which makes me feel human and whole.
So every time ‘I’ try to imprison ‘me’,
This is how I shall get out of my gaol:
“ Let go of the ‘H’urt
Let go of the ‘E’xpectations
Let go of the ‘W’orries
Let go of the ‘Wa’nt
Let go of the ‘N’eed ---
For things to happen
As I think I want them to.”
Who knows,
I might just be on the road
Out of “HEWAN”
And on the less travelled one to “HEAVEN”
Faced with a choice,
I choose NOT to be on the road most travelled
And that makes all the difference.