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Prisoner

I long for the freedom of the landscape
Where I can allow myself to escape
When the walls are closing in on me
And Hell seems the right place to be.

I reach out to touch the untouchable
I dream of reaching the impossible
I count the sand grains through the hour-glass
Knowing my fate will soon come to pass.

Helpless, hands tied behind my back
No amount of fighting will allow the chains to slack
I beg for reprieve, for a just one chance of freedom
For on last attempt to seek God’s wisdom

I open the gates of the past to catch up
Allowing old pain, hurt and regrets to fill my cup
Holding on to memories of days gone by
While I beseech my soul in vain, to not cry

My mind is strong though my willpower weak
I lived a sunny dream with a future so bleak
I’m trapped in a cell with bars of a strange kind
I’m locked up for life, a prisoner of my own mind.

This world

This world has become a stage where everyone does whatever he or she feels like doing at his or her own time.
Busy pleasing the world out there where he or she receives no profit cause they which he or she is trying to please are also at work pleasing others and getting lost in the way of pleasing others.
That’s the reason why he or she is down on his or her knees, cause he or she values a copy more than an original.
Humanity has lost its ground with people holding their peace from good, gathering up all the riches of this world to themselves as if there is a truck that flies to Heaven to carry their riches with them.
This world has become a playground where people get to play with innocent souls just to fulfil their filthy souls.
Where people pretend to love you only to realize that to them, you’re just a teabag and a nappy, once used you’re thrown away.
Where people expect much out of life than it expect in them, throwing them with dissapointments that tear them apart day by day.
Where people are too good to be true, faking smiles as if they are facebook emojies and creating fake identities for themselves just to earn likes cause likes speak louder than words this days.
But if it is by the will of God then it is okay with my soul cause its okay not to be okay when people are okay.
The question is, have you ever wondered, do you ever wonder, will you ever wonder who you are than who you should be and wanna be in life?