(Or Is It A Conspiracy Of The Mind?)
Four walls encompass and protect.
Centries walk the halls, swords drawn, ready to strike.
An armada could not overtake the defenses in which you are surrounded, protected.
And yet, are you?
Secluded and alone.
Mightn't you as well be in the dungeon, strapped to the rack?
Cold, dark, wet, hurting, so very alone, and full of nothing.
Living, but no, that's not living, your deceiving yourself.
Life must be felt, experienced, not controlled and protected.
So one must ask themself....
Is it worth it?
-by Amy Beal
