My Mind: My Prison, My Freedom

I want to escape. Get away.  The truth is, in my mind I am free.  FREEEEEEE.  No one can control what I think.  No one can stop me from swearing a blue streak in my mind.  No one can stop me from bashing all the people who piss me off inside my head.  No one can stop my imagination.  It’s mine.  The one place that is really mine and mine alone.

That’s a funny concept because typically I imagine that my mind is a prison.  But the truth of the matter can also be that my mind is my freedom.  It’s the one place where I can do whatever I want.  It might be all lies to someone else, all made up, but it’s whatever I want it to be.  My reactions are mine and mine alone in here.  My body might be somewhere, my hands might be doing something I hate, but my mind, ahh, the mind is free.

Escape, fly away.  Imagine the stars, imagine flying, imagine a place that is comfortable, peaceful.  Imagine sleep.  Imagine life the way I wish it could be.  Imagine being free.

Freedom Prison

My mind is like a prison
There is no escape, I am always “me”

My mind restricts my body, restricts the life I can lead
It makes me feel sick with fear
My mind is my anxiety, my hovering panic
It is my depression, my black mood, my occasional OCD

My mind is my escape
Within, I can go anywhere
Wherever my imagination takes me

To the moon, across the world, to places that do not exist
Time travel, alternate universes, outer space
Conversations with fictional characters, scenarios as I wish them to be

My mind is my freedom, my mind is my prison
I can go places my body cannot follow
Let me fly, fly away from my body, away from my physical reality

Asleep in my bed, daydreams in my car,
My mind is my soul’s escape and though I am imprisoned, so I am also free