Prison of Freedom

The world, a place dreamt perfect, orderly and friendly Graced and paced, hospitable to both brave and cowardly The timid forced turgid, the brave at times feeble and shake At the forces from the four poles, leaving their lives at stake The tell tale of the noble as the only capable to cope forces all To quickly mutate into beings that can conquer and hell in stroll You and I, apostles stemmed on great doctrine that constitutes Making the world better and better, indorsing the ancient platitudes We`re awed and perplexed by perspective of the world depending On the side that we fall, the pessimist or unrelenting With every rise of the sun, a chance to choreography And perfect authentic living, whether it ends in tidings or catastrophe As the light dims every day, conscience deems us gutless or valiant Therefore with every breathe, comes an effort for a man to prove gallant