Picture me a slave,
To this world and all its troubles.
All its pleasures and the comfort it promises.
Picture me a master
Even I couldn’t picture that .
Picture me a free man,
Finally broken free from my shackles
From the depression that hung around my neck
Strangling and slowly sucking the life out of me
I’m conflicted on this mission,
Who put me here?
And why isn’t he guiding my path?
I need to talk to him about my picture
About the war in my mind