I turn to my heart for some direction; some peace of mind
But it is so quiet; no words to listen for
No friends, no family, no confidantes to lean on; I am still blind
No hope; no advice; no avenues to explore
Have I chosen to lock the door too much; have I welcomed the bars alone in my cell
A prison; Maximum security
The key I have hidden well
Confusion sets in; my brain starts to race
Where should i go; who do I turn to
My thoughts I wish I could erase
Please could you be me; I be you
I am in solitary confinement
Alone; cold; scared
Perhaps i should search for some refinement
Back to when I actually cared
Part of me wants to go back to the state of ignorance is bliss
The other is glad I stepped over the boundary of good and bad
But then I would have had to miss
The learning process I've had
The choices I made readily
I must deal with them on my own
Maximum security
Maximum overload