When you become a prisoner of your mind it's then you find
You lose track of the pace of the world and yes even time
You blame the world for all your failures claim it's been unkind
Proclaiming that you can't be but it's yourself you bind
You block out all the honest truths of your ways and it's errors
Friends with procrastination, say goodbye to all endeavours
Your fears become reality as you grow old in terror
Of what you have become, shame your reflection in the mirror
Don't be the anus of the world, aim to be the placenta
Nourish your future, waste the waste, go forth set an agenda
So through the doors of opportunities you may now enter
And in the orbit of the blessings you will be the centre
The prison door is open, yes you've always had your freedom
Go out there be somebody, or at least make steps to become
The one who paves the way, become a shining light, a beacon
You've envied all successful well now here's your chance to be one
Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Friday, 11 March 2011
Acceptance
Aimed to be included but then ended up excluded
The outcome? I'm secluded labelled mentally deluded
Or so the world concluded, and almost I too, included
The fears and cries protruded, from the mind, all were obtruded
What drives a man to madness, is restrictions on his sadness
What all outlets are binded, lead to silent rage in blindness
Desires for expression without judgements or oppression
The numb fear of rejection, or be mocked into depression
Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE
The outcome? I'm secluded labelled mentally deluded
Or so the world concluded, and almost I too, included
The fears and cries protruded, from the mind, all were obtruded
What drives a man to madness, is restrictions on his sadness
What all outlets are binded, lead to silent rage in blindness
Desires for expression without judgements or oppression
The numb fear of rejection, or be mocked into depression
Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE
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