Aren't we all prisoners?
Prisoners of time?
How nothing seems to change
From one day to another,
And yet when you look
back
after months or a year,
It doesn't seem to be the same?
Oh, Wait.
Don't get me wrong here.
The very sights and scenes are
familiar,
But the people who shared those
days and laughter,
seemed to have...disappeared?
Aren't we all prisoners?
Prisoners of our memories?
Do you remember?
the evening skies, and the
twinkling stars,
Of pockets of stillness spread
afar.
Or
The cool breeze and the sound
of the stream,
As you walked along the narrow
street.
Or
Reminiscing the days, and
finding solace,
When you see a happy face.
Or
The smile that unknowingly
forms,
Seeing pictures that your room
wall adorns.
Aren't we all prisoners?
Prisoners of our own thoughts?
How at times,
We let ourselves be defined,
By those who know us the least.
Fighting battles that are not
meant to be fought,
Undoing and unlearning, that
needs to be not.
We are all prisoners,
Caged by ourselves, more than
that by others.
But trust you me,
And you too shall agree,
That only you can stop
yourself,
From doing what you truly
believe in.
They say things take the time
they take,
Till then, do what you can
before you can do what you want to.
And don't be harsh on yourself,
there's just one of you!
View from Plassenburg castle's courtyard~
Arent we prisoners of prisoners who themselves are prisoners of anither prisoner. The chain gies high and the mammoth will say I am prisoner of everyone down... 😆
ReplyDeleteWhen the going gets tough the tough gets going
ReplyDeleteOf time. You can only be free in a moment by better judgment.
ReplyDeletePasta khaake jeewan bitaane waali ho tum
ReplyDeleteHahahah, why am I reading this now?!
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