Prisoners of our own choice

The Mysterious Poet writes:

Prisoners of our own choice

He found me out the other day
Caring ever so secretly
To me he smiled ever so sweetly
For I had just lost my way.

He found you out that same day
Caring ever so secretly
To you he smiled ever so sweetly
For you had just lost your way.

Your assent upon seeing
A smile my lips had wrought
That wasn't a moment of thought
That was a moment of being

Break we must, our restraining walls
Those you call yours and I call mine
If we are to make larger halls
Where you and I may both shine

Yet prisoners we are
Of our own choice
Freedom is not far
If only we find our voice

# posted by somik @ 12:58 AM