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Chapter Fifty Seven: Prison

Darkness is a prison
from which only light escapes.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Everyone has a prison they are stuck in!
Words are the author's prison;
the scenes the actor's prison;
the fields the peasant's prison;
love, lover's prison!
Always remind yourself of
the world outside your own
prison so that the prison knows its limits
and doesn't make you a slave!
Remember, the perfect prison is still a prison!
Never put your freedom at the disposal of
anything or anyone,
because it belongs only to you!

Mehmet Murat ildan

Obligation is a prison.
To get out of it, we must serve our time.

Kamil Alvi

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To what extent, is this prison?
To whom shall we want?
An enclosed planet
Full of air, waters, and fragile life
An atmosphere that rages
Within the storms, substance begin
By visibly experiencing
A torture of so much pain
The labor of love
The equality of thoughts
Everything begun in scope
Yet, emotions triggered
The madness of man
The cruelty defined
Of so much pride, in hate
A prison of the mind
Accordingly,
All people are limited in scope
The jail is a huge land
That no one truly knows
But to live a life
Of mercy and love
Requires contentment
And being a man
A major focus on the humanity
Of the experiences of all kind
And the greatest commandment
By forcing one's wisdom
In the natural design of things
Too ridiculous to even consider
What a merciless way!
To consider life
As a huge plot of robbery
Where has life had been?
To think like a pauper
In socially responsible fight
Prejudice is more, yet tight

But to listen to hate
Without forgoing the words
The literal sense
And the many connotations
It must have been huge
To carry all these blues
That only the soul can feel
And nothing more
For man builds himself up
The enemy is in the mirror
Tragedy begins in the soil
By then misery becomes visible
To everything that has been held
True or false, right or wrong
It does not matter
None at all
For nothing arrives too quickly
Other than what is to be present
Tomorrow is too far away
And the past is gone
No labor is no labor
That shall replace the natural tendency
Of man's triumphs
To love, to care,
To be present in the moment
A definition of true mercy
Is to free one's present
Compassionately
From the pain of the past
The future is engineered
By the present circumstances
To eventually realize
That to change the world
Is to live in the present!

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This Chapter is sponsored by Tag Heuer.

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