The Mind

There is a place of solitude

An area that creates the mood

In which we must live

An organic prison with a life sentence

In which some may use as penance

While others stay blind

There are some who have a gift

And allow themselves to drift

But all they can do is forget

For freedom is never within grasp

Until we have our final gasp

And face the unknown liberty

All symptoms of pain reside

Within the sole place that we can hide But ourselves we always find

Inside the mind

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