Prisoner-Part 1

Through the window, on a prison wall; the sky seems to be far. But, those who are outside, he wonders, how free they are? He stretched his mind, which was filled with lies, and silently listened to his own sound. Was it worth? The price that he had paid, when he stood on the free ground. To…

Strings

I want to fly freely in your sky; but I am chained down by my own mind.   We do walk on thin lines, we are joined by thin lines. We say things out loud that are not meant to be spoken, we listen to things that are not meant to be heard. At times…