*There is an interaction between seeing and being.  The kind of person you are effects the kind of world that you see.

-Simon Tugwell

prison of the mind

the prison in our mind   it's that that draws us round from cemetery to cemetery   from tomb to tomb where our stinking pasts are laid

we long to douse smoke-clouds hovering above the smoldering of our deeds   the garbage pit that yawns as we watch   here we stood attempting to burn the rubbish that taints us   the refuse of sins thought long discarded in the dump we called "home"

we're like fools in dunce caps facing the wall of rejection   twiddling our thumbs waiting for some trapdoor to spring   hurling our vision into bas-relief on the wall of lost grace  

like dour virgins posing for a date   we sit staring into cameras that hold our image without soul   seated and staring into the coated glass   hoping our Mate will ring and lead us to Spring

but will we remain stuck on the hinges of old queries   trapped in the questions that philosophy can't resolve  as we travel the road hungering for Light