I am in a cage that resembles the four walls of my room
the mind craves metaphors to compare the proverbial to the physical
fear comprises the brick and mortar that builds walls and enclosed places
that stifle personal goals and pursuits of inspiration
pens write on their own
loosely guided by brains experiencing temporary relief
to express the free flow of thoughts that stream our consciousness
there are so many things I donβt understand.
my soul cries as i step inside realms I cannot fully comprehend
I cannot help but feel these are the places I am supposed to be
the path winds so much iβm constantly losing my footing of whatβs right side up
fear relinquishes you to the path most walked
yet that is not who I am
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