"Free"

How do I see beyond the walls of my mind?

I feel like a caged bird with only memories of flight.
Yet, I hear the chipping away of thoughts and see the scattered debris of Wisdom's ancient ties

And in the distance is a familiar chord of my youth
Haunting me, drawing me ever nearer to its truth.

And in the very stillness of my heart, it quivers the strings of my soul
As if to remind me of some beautiful symphony I know

But only brief, these moments of stillness, for the familiar chord is muttled by metallic screams and cluttered minds.
And only when I am drowning by the blows of jagged noise does the hand of a familiar stranger draw me up and into the Peace of his Blue eyes

And once more my heart is still.
And the strings of my soul quiver to a resonating sound of some beautiful symphony
And I stumble once again on the scattered debris of Wisdom's ancient ties....

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