A Clock With No Date

A clock with no date.
Walls without weight.
Small and no cell-mate.
A place no man can escape.
The prisoner and the warden are one and the same.

The mind hides the key.
Where the soul cannot see.
So unaware, he hunts freedom from out there.
A fruitless chase from a friend without a face.

It is a prison of the mind.
The burden of whose keys have brought him to his knees.
My friend, if only I could see…
A reason to set you free.

It is a soul that grieves and a mind that deceives.

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