Years and years
of being imprisoned
by my own hand
my own thoughts.
Years and years
of believing there is much to do
to free myself
and much time needed.
Years and years
of looking to an external
prison-guard holding
the key to the lock.
Years and years
of looking forward to
a future time of freedom
never present.
And in a moment
I see the prison-guard is me
I am my own key.
The notion of time is a fallacy
there is no future time of freedom
there is only here and now
there is no lock
there is no door
there is no prison
there is only freedom.
© 14 Mar 21