Will of the Mind
I find myself lost
Among the streets
The wooden planks supporting me
Seem to fade away
And shrink.
I look for my friends
But they’re all gone.
Victims of authority, popularity.
I see the end,
It seems grim.
I resist the urge,
But the will cannot be bent.
Death is not an option;
It is the redemption of the mind;
It is the suffering of lives;
It our creator;
The one that is never destroyed.
It calls for me.
It yields the will of a thousand minds.
It forces me, it twists me, it forums a cage of steel.
Restricting, holding, binding me.
I cannot move.
Nothing I could, would, and can do.
But to fulfill the wishes,
Of the mind.
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