We are not
What we think
We are but something
Entirely different
My life is spilt between
Reality and dreams of achievement
That mix does not work together
So I am completely lost forever
Home
The plan was to leave
But instead I am stuck
In this dirty house
Filled with frustration
And unwashed clothes
Nobody is happy
Nobody has the energy
To leave this hell
Well deserved of course
But still strong enough
To keep you stuck
Our own home is ultimately
Our own prison
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Survival
Survival is not a necessary thing
I don’t care
Anymore
My life is awful
I cannot move
Just being a prisoner
Of my own making
Without being
Able to free myself
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Locked Up
I hate this prison
Still
I fear
Leaving
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Transparent
Trying to survive in a dirty place
That drags me down
Partly the walls surrounding me
Is not visible
Just not keeping
The mind
In its case
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Differences
We are in conflict
So let us never talk again
Let us avoid each other
Forever
Hold our grudges to ourselves
Hide in our safe spaces
Until we root and get eaten
By our own stupidity
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Prison of Reason
Here I am as a prisoner of
My own incompetence
Unable to think clearly enough
Steered by semiconscious desires
Trapped in the over rational
Society of our time
Trying to get some wiggle room
Find a door
Venture into the reason
Beyond reason
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Structure
I need love
Real love
And I need
To leave
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Prison Of The Mind
Realising that I am trapped
Here in my own country
Without, work, money
Or any other resources
Have only to trust my mind
In order to get out of here
It is the prison of the mind
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Sunshine
The inner freedom might be
The only one, but outside
Here there are none
The only way to change is
Not to change,
A conundrum
Sad places of the mind
Eternal sadness and a
Great wound
Still so peaceful
In the rain
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