THINK

Set me free
Set me free
From this life’s prison
This body
Doomed
Decaying
Rotting
Putrid
You, my prison guard
Waiting
Watching
Gloating
Oh the power!
The power of your mind
So clever
Such carefully chosen lies
You built my house
And now I must live in it
Trapped
In a fine web
Oh what a fine weaving
What tapestry you create
Beautiful
To the world
To be admired
But what’s the inside word?
Think