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Caged
As free minded as I am.
I often feel as if my mind is trapped.
Stuck in a cage on an alternate plain.
Filled with more words than a book with a thousand pages.
It constantly changes with new and unforeseen events.
They say if you look into one's eyes.
You can see one's soul.
But if you close your eye's.
You can peer into your mind.
A place filled with many things dark and cold.
They say there's an eye that's hidden.
Unseen from behind both eye's.
They say the eye's tells no lies.
Look hard enough and you can see the cage rotating in between the cries.
As soon as the laughter dies.
The day you stop seeing is the day your mind no longer knows peace.
Unable to think no longer free.
Your mind enclosed within a fortress.
Never again to be opened.
Always and forever caged.
I often feel as if my mind is trapped.
Stuck in a cage on an alternate plain.
Filled with more words than a book with a thousand pages.
It constantly changes with new and unforeseen events.
They say if you look into one's eyes.
You can see one's soul.
But if you close your eye's.
You can peer into your mind.
A place filled with many things dark and cold.
They say there's an eye that's hidden.
Unseen from behind both eye's.
They say the eye's tells no lies.
Look hard enough and you can see the cage rotating in between the cries.
As soon as the laughter dies.
The day you stop seeing is the day your mind no longer knows peace.
Unable to think no longer free.
Your mind enclosed within a fortress.
Never again to be opened.
Always and forever caged.
Published 24th May 2016
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