A trapped mind wanders aimlessly
Circles the perimeters of its confines
Desperately searching through the bars
Yearning to escape but never daring the door.
Inside, a prison known
Outside, illusionary freedom
An overused concept
Abused more than hope
The mind hopes for freedom
Yet flinches at the thought
Anxious, overly-cautious and afraid.
The humble mind is conscious
Aware and awake to the fact of its slow demise
Staying withers its essence
Weathers its substance
To a thoughtless drone
A lesser clone of its former self
Still clinging to the walls
Their cold touch soothing in familiarity.
Eyes steal a glance beyond the steel once more
Rapidly they flit
But never settling
No sight enticing enough to lure the mind away.
Being is not enough if not well
It lies to itself that the jail of its making
Is not a prison but a safe
Protection and guarantee
But still not free
And so trapped
The mind wanders aimlessly
And furtively wonders of release.