It was escape. I found my freedom Away from the gulag of life
No one can touch me here For I have evolved inside my head I am floating outside Between the bars, over fences and I am free.
The air is fresh and I am nourished No aches found in my body No blinding light No one to fear for love has overtaken my soul. Truly I have escaped I have found a new world. I am alone in beauty and tranquility
I see a friend I take her hand and we smile at each other and yet she tenderly pulls me left but I want to go right She tenderly but firmly smiles with pearly teeth and golden hair
I try to wrench my hand from her grasp You can't touch me here for I am free Free from gulags,free from dialogue Absolutely free.
Yes, you are free. Let me show you the way. Let me show you, your new world. She beckoned And I followed. She was my spirit guide and she showed me What I craved to see. She showed me what I wanted to see and She whispered truths I wanted to hear.
I was engulfed by an aura of beauty and enchantment I had never experienced before. But the reverie was not to last I was jerked into the real world I was pushed and shoved and beaten I tried not to open my eyes so as to hold on to my freedom but pain sheared into my ribs Blood poured into my eyes as they fluttered open unseeing and a voice I recognized to be mine, shreiked up into a thick, cemented wall.
Determined not to lose my concentration I kept my freedom focused in my mind. I was alive and free, in a new world. I was...........finally.........free. It's not an illusion. I am...........