The Castle Of My Emancipation
The Castle Of My Emancipation1 min 566 1 min 566
The sun dripping tangerine,
The moon dripping silver
And the hazel dripping from the terrene
Gives my mind a spring of tranquility
Which leads it to a castle
Away from the dungeon.
In the castle, the mind floats freely and candidly,
Weaving its own insights knavishly,
Far from the worldly matters
Following its own virtues.
I, the sole architect of my Imagination,
Ecstatically wandering the castle for liberation.
Curiosity being the elixir and freedom of mind- the Heaven.
Traveling the desolate and unseen expanse.
A world I construct with no boundaries
Where no dogma exists -
Of correct or incorrect,
Of truth or untruth,
Of possible or impossible,
Of acceptable or not,
Of fear or appreciation,
Of reason or emotion.
A bliss of absolute freedom.
A world of unparalleled beauty-
Completely my own.
The Eden of my sanctification.
The Canaan of my mind's deliverance.
Where I can figure out my contemplation
Of this world that surrounds me.
While I remove the debris
Of my own dilemmas.
Trying to distinguish me
From the wisdom of the believed lemmas.