Army of Thoughts

The moving army of the mind is hard to contain

It’s five generals are free to reign

They guard every entrance

They won the coup, we were given dependence

We are free to wander the endless ghetto

Where no one can hear our loud bellow

We have forgotten the meaning of freedom

It isn’t a choice between angel and demon

When we are induced into choice

We lose our independent voice

The five generals are too deaf to hear

The inner whisper meant for the hidden ear

We cannot outflank the mind from the outside

When thoughts are drained by a receding tide

The door of escape comes into view

Where we fall asleep instead of stepping through