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Aren't we all prisoners?

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~


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  1. 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... 😆

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  2. When the going gets tough the tough gets going

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  3. Of time. You can only be free in a moment by better judgment.

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  4. Pasta khaake jeewan bitaane waali ho tum

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    1. Hahahah, why am I reading this now?!

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