In the shaded realm of my thoughts, where whispers of ancient wisdom reside
In the shaded realm of my thoughts, where whispers of ancient wisdom reside,
I find myself caught in the delicate prison of knowledge,
A beautiful prison, crafted with precision,
Each bar a testament to truths I cannot reveal,
Each lock a symbol of the burdens I bear.
With dangerous knowledge comes responsibility,
A weight that anchors me in this place,
A silent, invisible chain that binds my soul,
And I know, with a clarity that cuts like a blade,
How and why I am here, confined within these walls.
The key to freedom hangs before me,
Gleaming with the promise of escape,
Yet my hands remain still, my heart unyielding,
For the knowledge I possess is a double-edged sword,
And the world beyond these bars seems less real,
Less substantial than the truths I hold.
I wander through this mental labyrinth,
Each turn a reflection of the choices I have made,
Each corridor echoing with the ghosts of possibilities,
And I realize, with a melancholic certainty,
That this prison is both my curse and my sanctuary.
Even if they presented me the key,
A golden ticket to release from this self-imposed exile,
I would not take it, for I am not bound by bars,
But by the very essence of what I know,
A prisoner of my own mind, a captive of my own heart.
And thus, I will remain here,
In this beautiful and tragic prison,
Where the light of understanding flickers like a dying flame,
And the shadows of responsibility loom large,
Until the day I fade into silence,
Dying in vain, but with the comfort of knowing,
That I embraced my fate with open eyes and a heavy heart.
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Dan Enache
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