Prison, Reason Poem by Kyrl Karanja

In a prison with an architecture of your own making
The thought and natural scent of freedom is awaking
Your mind you have unmindfully made an inescapable place
Staying alive in it depends on memorial solace
Holding on to sanity seems to be all in vanity
Feeding your mind, you don't seem to mind of quality
It makes me sad that you're the prison's warden
I thought that that would have made you gladden
Wait, where is the key to your cell?
Your mind to sail, your freedom choosing to sell?
Look, the key is locked in there, somewhere
But look for it not if another prison you'll find elsewhere
Unless you get out the prison, you choose not life
Just like an amateur choosing on the triangle to surf