Trapped in the body

But freed in the mind.

A prisoner to your own thoughts.

The body, disconnected from the senses,

The cardinal light, hidden behind walls of stone


tucked snuggly next to self-worth.

The mind, a torrent

of unyielding ideas too powerful

for the body to hold.

It collapses, under the pressure of the waves.

March, April, May,

When will come the day

When you will be mine?

Who knows. Time tells no lies.

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