Mud of the Mind

Mud of the Mind Thousands of years of mud Wrapped around my legs Struggling to reach my mind To force me to see a reality I didn’t create Others decided what I should see What I should hear And what I should believe I want to be free of their mud The ideas they approve of The thoughts they want me to have I do not believe their visions That Cinderella was a good girl The Wicked Witch was evil They may have been right They may have been wrong Once the mud they created is gone My mind will tell me the truth And I will see a reality Maybe one they cannot accept But for me it will be true And that will be all that matters