For so long we have been imprison by fear and doubt
We always thought that we were too small to be great
This self-sentence seemed like a lifetime
Oh how miserable it is to have one locked up within himself
Fear and doubt seemed mightier than we ever imagined
Lightening the power of our talents and imaginations.
The mind is the most powerful workshop that man owns
But it can become weak once eclipsed by thoughts of inferiority
Inferiority makes a man walk out of his workshop
To be taken over by dust of fear and cobwebs of doubt
This makes him forget that he is the architect of his own destiny
When shaped into this state, man forges nothing out of his workshop
He works in disappointment and envy the progress of others.
Hit by wars and pestilence, we became prisoners
Beaten up in whips of frustration and stigmatization
It feels horrible to be trailed by the shadows of our misdeed
With broken hearts we bear the pains of our past
How long? How long? We had often cried
Time could not dry our tears nor mend our broken hearts
The quest for release became stronger as the years passed by.
At last freedom decided to bail us out
Our hearts melted at the news, as smile felt inevitable this time
Oh what a joy freedom brings!
Finally the chains of depression and pessimism are let loose
The shackles of fear and doubt were broken
The gates of freedom were wide open
We were free to sketch the pictures of our great future
To beautify it with the colors of our mind
We could now have the experience of a Prison break
We were freed at last.
@ThemmyWryt
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