Journey me

 

In times like this when silence reigns there is no meaning...
When the void is warmer than the candlelight that feebly lights the walls of the cell and
confines
confines, false truth,
no freedom. This place where me and I

reside.

These four walls I push

Confines
confines
there is no freedom
confined to earth, to breath
to soil in death
there is no freedom,
confines

These four walls I push

Trapped in motions drawn by sorrow
anchored to indifference by personality
society blames itself
confines
confines

hearts that die through repetition,
trapped minds that find thoughts obscuring
those who work subconscious
begrudging life
concussed emotion
confines

There is no freedom
travel cannot distance you
learning will not raise you
fame is no frontier
fortune false freedom

confines

These four walls

paranoia keeps me here
and it is the truth in that I fear.
The confines of reality like a forest with no trees
hiding only that which lies
patiently trapped in prayer..