Locked tight after years of violence and abuse
You would guess that all these locks
would keep your precious little mind safe, wouldn't you?
Quietly tucked away in a locked box
Surrounded by a thousand other boxes
Where you keep all those other things
Long ago deemed unneeded or wrong
Some are chained up because of the mighty damage they do
Hate and Greed and Jealousy all rattle their cages
But other benign subjects sit cross legged wondering why
Discovery and Passion and Play are just as bound
Contrary to the belief of static stones who live without life
The mind is no object waiting to be used at your leisure
It more closely resembles clinging ivy crossed with fireworks
The most absurd and heartening and satisfying image
All you need to do is give it a little water and some soil
Expose those curious leaves to the sun of the outside world
That lights the fuse which send this beautiful flora
Spinning in every direction and blossoming with a million different flowers
Those exquisite vines do more then merely look attractive
They crack open all of those cages and release every boundary
Pure and sickly thoughts share the same brain
Both kinds feed that mammoth thing that is the mind
To every banker who has sufficiently catalogued
Every thought, experience and feeling in its proper place
I ask you to wonder why you stop freedom from being
It is a way of life more exhilarating then all others
To every would be gardener who can't quite nurture
The water is found in a spring of cool contentment
The soil is located in a place you are familiar with
The light is all around and you just have to punch holes in the ceiling
To every jungle inhabitant who has found release
Don't concern with how the plant grows
Why the flowers only blossom a weeping blue
It is yours and there is no other like it
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