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)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
1 comment:
Glad to see you are creating great poetry again. Keep up it up.
Post a Comment