Prison of the Mind

One thought can be stppoed Another thought may get through Many are in a prison of the mind Once could see but now there blind Built with four walls that seal Others dismiss this as no big deal Piercing skulls in retribution Some may turn to suicide as a solution There are forces that want to take control Seek truth with all of heart to release its hold There are those that seek self to please A fine line being driven in the sand When will we ever live to understand In pillars of gold let the truth be told Society is in a vice grip hold There are those that seek truth out of a grabage can There are voices with many choices Sifted through its darkened portals in a death hold In the night Through a variation of a dream people scream The decision is ultimately up to you