Thoughts as prisons in our mind;
a tangled web we can’t unwind.
Prison or prisoner, which to be
depends on just who holds the key.
Are there really any locks at all,
or do we simply build a wall?
A wall to guard our deepest thought;
hold and protect the ‘truths’ we’re taught.
To feel the wall and let it go,
that’s really what we seek to know.
“The truth is out there” if it’s real,
to search for somewhere we can feel.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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