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Prison Within the Prism
And that prison
Within the prism
Had no walls
Just reflections of me
Every which way I could see
Within the prism
Had no walls
Just reflections of me
Every which way I could see
Published 5th Dec 2016
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5th Dec 2016 2:11pm
surrounded by yourself,
that's a Gothic & romantic vision;
are there roaring waves where you wander,
rocks by the water...
that's a Gothic & romantic vision;
are there roaring waves where you wander,
rocks by the water...
5th Dec 2016 3:52pm
This is a depiction of how psychologically we can be trapped by immaturity of perception if we don't allow ourselves to realize that all we truly ever see is data corrupted by our own experiences. We only ever see we until we learn to use our senses to per'see've how others see us - then we begin to see them in the mirror of truth that each of us holds for others.
