A Beautiful Prison

 
Time, you will do it

Time, it will try its very best to break you

No matter who you are

Nobody knows the beautiful prison I have built for myself, it has secret views to die for

Views I’m dying for all over again just to give it away one day, just to give you this glimpse of it now

Very few know, who’s keeping time for an infinite regress and the damage it will ultimately do to a human soul

The cruel passage of time, perhaps the cruellest of all, it unravels ideas?

Through the mundane, it transcends the mundane expectations completely and utterly, thoroughly scrubbing your mind clean of it now!


Sometimes I like the view here

Sometimes I really do not


Few can see the way my mind writhes, boiling away in my prison of steam

Subject to beauty, subject to an obscure self-inflicted pain


It is the pride that drives it, that keeps me a prisoner here

I will do my time, I will achieve my right to have been here


It has to be the greatest obstinacy, until its final conclusion, concludes
But things are starting to crack, pressure is building throughout time now?

The more of it I spend suffering, the greater the burden becomes
I can weather the storm though, I am made of stern stuff
I think?


For the prison has not only brought pain, but sometimes pain laced with wisdom too
And for the taste of that I am ever grateful!


I am the warden as well as the prisoner, it’s how I choose to live this life
Self-discipline, self-punishment, you must do more time, you must try harder within

Ultimately HARDER, a slave to the whims of the view of your own paradise, you fucking fool!


It is a prison I built with the greatest of intentions, many a moon ago, a prison that regrettably still houses me now


The goal has always been to be free of it
Escape my own test if you will?

And yet I have now become institutionalised by that trying test

Morale demands the strongest of souls
I am an ambivalent anomaly for certain!


I knew it would be a dangerous game to play, it’s already gone on far longer than I anticipated
Freedom denied until goal is achieved, must try harder even without a glimpse of hope

Must try harder prisoner, your time is running out


One day I will walk free of the beautiful prison, carrying the scars of time deep within me

For the prison is beautiful, it is difficult to see, it is now a ginormous part of me, of which I sometimes wish to be totally and utterly free


Yet, I cannot

I will never be totally free now of course, because I understood tragedy teaches most deeply


I hope I am worth its strange message in time

I hope I am worth your time

For my time is freely running out of the beautiful prison