My Isolation Chamber

Light borrowed from a beginning’s shine From the opening of a shut eye with a seal A vision of the new never before seen The flash of a truth once hidden to reveal We make these journeys with our minds Stretching through bygones, forever and evers Take these decisions without trusting our friends Our feet firmly planted in doubt of the what ifs? If hunger was not real, then starvation would not exist But war is real and so are the lives if steals If seconds were not thieves, they would be first At night, my shut eye remembers vividly tears it spills My camera lens stopped working when I retired Life is now a reruns of all repressed ideas trying to remember Those never recommended at the fear of never being recorded A collection of ideologies in my isolation chamber