Those walls are see through yet contains me or confines me , like a protective shield or a reflective edge.I am locked and without much luck , can not escape this imprisonment shown in image above..by Olga .
The others who sit beside me , can only see but never touch or play my inner tune..the one that keeps on humming ..like a lullaby..can not touch nor feel, although life is so real.
Why look sad and broke ? Should be glad that you woke..now is time to flee…break free..beak free. The horizon is yours and earth beneath..feel free…live free..set free your soul…
A life time to live
would it be a gift or burden
a cry in pain
anger that boils
and frustrations that simmer on hot coil
will you waste it again
thinking about imprisoning chains
they are real for sure
you are not suffering hallucination anymore
but..if..you want to stop
stop now or let it go to top
tumble you down in its flow
let it escape from you once more
fear, anger despair ,..but not hope
hold on to it..never let it go
walk alone ..journey is your’s to complete
and no one besides you means..
you left them behind or they went ahead of you
which ever is true..you are alone in your life