Trapped, I look around at the invisible bars that confine me.
Unable to move, unable to explore, we lie in our dimunitive spaces. Leading our lives, incarcerated and plodding along in this pedestrian lifestyle.
A convict in our own skins.
My mind however, the ever elluding escape artist, it plays truent with the constitution of nature.
It escapes through those invisible bars, as if a whisp of smoke dissolving in the infinitesimal.
No bars of metal, or of society can capture it. No cage, however indestructable, can quell it.
For it is the master of all elluders, of all circumventors, vanishing into the moonlight.
It travels to distant lands, a mastercraftmen that it is, it concocts a mystical world of its own. Full of eternal ebbuliance and sparkle.
A constant confederate of the mind is the heart, a devout accomplice, it travels lavishly and unhindered.
A traveller, a voyager, travelling across the magnanamous world created by my mind.
Uncovering the coruscating sparks of merriment and ecstasy.
These are the true rulers of our lives. The true sovereigns.