Prison
Sell
As I
delve to see within your soul
The
image of a butterflies wings unfold
A
lifetime struggling just to get by
But
now it’s time to learn to fly
As
you flutterby there’s a gentle knowing
Wherever
you go, loves always flowing
And
as you release the confines of your outermost shell
Look
to where you Stumbled not where you fell
As
you Emerge , you may lose Vision and your spirit lack Insight
At
times Crippled by Emotion at times tortured by fright
That’s
Why your Self Imposed Prison Mimmicks my Hell
Look
to where you Stumbled not where you Fell
I am
Hankering for altitude, Yet my aptitude is low
Now
my attitude Screams at me
‘As
above, So below’
As a
silent voice whispers “am I starting to Grow”
Freedom
is an attribute of a peaceful, open Mind
And
as a parachute only functions when open
So
does the
Mind
That
Shadow within your deepest self
Now
nurtured, tamed and gaining health
Do
you have a Soul to Sell
Look
to where you stumbled, not where you fell
That
Prison Sell it’s all in your Mind
There
are no Locks, Walls or Guards you’ll Find
As I
look out of these Illunsionary bars
Some
nights I see the dirt , and some nights the stars
Now
it’s time to abandon your self imposed State
Focus
only on what you Love and let go of what you hate
And
as you break free from this Fragile Hell
Remember
, look to where you stumbled not where you fell
