I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
I trap myself further
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid

I am a P.O.W.
Not a prisoner of war
A prisoner of words
Like a soldier
I'm a fighter
Yet only a puppet
Mostly I only say
What you wanna hear
Could you take it if I came clear?
Or would you rather see me
Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise
M.I.A.
I guess that's what I am
Scraping this cold earth
For a piece of myself
For peace in myself

It'd be easier if you put me in jail
If you locked me away
I'd have someone to blame
But these bars of steel are of my making
They surround my mind
And have me shaking
My hands are cuffed behind my back
I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise
A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness
A prisoner of expectation
A prisoner of my youth
Run too fast to be old
I've forgotten what I was told
Ain't I a sight to behold?

A prisoner of age dying to be young
To my head is my hand with a gun
And it's cold and it's hard
Cause there's nowhere to run
When you've caged youself
By holding your tongue

I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
It's like solitary confinement
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid

- A Keys

SO WHY DOES IT TAKE ONE FOREVER TO REALIZE SOMETHING?
TO NOTICE SOMETHING THAT WAS ALWAYS RIGHT THERE?
TO NOTICE SOMEONE THAT WAS RIGHT THERE BUT NOW IS FAR GONE?

WAS IT THAT WE REALLY COULDN'T SEE? OR WAS IT RATHER, WE REALLY DID NOT WANT TO SEE?

BUT WHY DID WE NOT WANT TO SEE? WAT WOULD IT REVEAL? WAT WOULD IT SPEAK OF US?

IS IT RIGHT TO EVEN RECALL WHAT WAS? TO LIVE IN THE PAST? ONCE ONE MOVES ON, IS IT RIGHT TO THINK WHAT IF? OR DOES THAT JUST MEAN THEY NEVER REALLY MOVED ON?

WAT ALLOWS ONE TO OVER LOOK THERE OWN FLAWS, YET TO WANT TO CORRECT EVERYONE ELSE'S?
IS IT SELFISHNESS IF U ARE REALLY LOOKING TO HELP OTHERS? OR IS IT AN EXCUSE WE USE TO OVERLOOK THE LIFE WE LIVE IN MEDIOCRITY?

FOR IF WE REALLY DID INTEND TO PROGRESS WE WOULD CORRECT OUR OWN WRONGS FIRST.
THOUGH, WAT OF A WRONG WHICH CAN NOT BE CORRECTED?
WAT IF IT IS TOO LATE?

AS I LOOK OUT MY WINDOW
A MYSTERIOUS CLOUD APPEARS
A MIST
VAGUE AND ABSTRACT DRAWS NEARER
AN AROMA
DISTINCT AND OBSCURE
THE FIGURE VANISHES, THOUGH JUST FOR A SLIGHT SECOND
ALONG WITH
MY MIND AND MY SANITY
THE IMAGE RETURNS YET MY MIND REMAINS IN THE VAST HORIZON
I STARE AT IT WITH MY EYES WIDE SHUT
I SENSE AN INTENSE DARKNESS, IN SPITE OF SO MUCH LIGHT
WHY?
WHY CAN I NOT SEE THE SKY ABOVE ME OR THE GROUND BELOW?
WHY CAN I NOT BREATHE THE AIR OR TOUCH THE SNOW?

BECAUSE I CHOOSE NOT TOO

I LOOK AT THE EARTH AS A CRYSTALLINE BALL
A SPHERE OF RAW MASS
IT IS A ROUNDED FIGURE, FULL AND COMPLETE

YET

AS I STARE I CAN ONLY SEE THAT WHICH I DESPISE
THROUGH THIS CRYSTAL BALL I ONLY SEE WHAT I AM
OR
WHAT I AM BECOMING
REASONING HAS NOT BECOME A STRENGTH
ON THE CONTRARY
IT SEEMS TO BE MY WEAKNESS

© 2007 MEKKESY. GHST RYDA Ent; MG © 2007

...WHO KNOWS WHATS GOOD FOR A MAN... MAN DEFINITELY DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR HIMSELF... MANY TIMES WE MAKE CHOICES BASED ON WHAT WE THINK IS BEST AND ONCE WE SEE THE OUTCOME ... WE LOOK BACK AND CONSIDER REGRET... SHOULD WE? IS IT RIGHT TO DOUBT WHY GOD ALLOWS CERTAIN THINGS TO HAPPEN...? WE CAN PLAN OUR LIVES JUST THE WAY WE WANT THEM... WETHER ITS A PLAN FOR TONIGHT OR PLAN FOR TOMORROW.. ULTIMITELY IT IS THE LORDS WILL... SO AS WE SIT AND CONSIDER OUR LIVES TODAY AND HOPE FOR TOMORROW .. THE CHALLENGE LIES IN ALLOWING HE WHO DOES KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR A MAN TO WORK IN HIS OWN WAY .. IN HIS OWN TIME... AND TO ACCEPT HIS DECISIONS IN OUR LIVES... AS HARD AS THAT MAY BE... JUST SOME THOUGHTS...