tear down the walls

sane

Tear down the walls that hold you fixed in place. Shatter the illusions you have carefully constructed to protect yourself. Learn to see through eyes that know no fear and embrace that which can’t be known.

A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn

How long will you suffer the torments of your mind when you could be free from all of that if you would only let go and be who you already are, but have forgotten or buried so behind the wall that you can’t see or hear who you are.

Sheltered inside from the cold of the snow
Follow me now to the vault down below
Drinking the wine as we laugh at the time
Which is passing incredibly slow
(What are these chains that are binding my arm?)
Part of you dies each passing day
(Say it’s a game and I’ll come to no harm)
You’ll feel your life slipping away
(Spare me my life only name your reward)
Part of you dies each brick I lay
(Bring back some light in the name of the Lord)
You’ll feel your mind slipping away

Image your life no longer concealed in the dark where you suffer alone inside your head, a place no one can enter but you. Only you know what truly lies behind your eyes, the mirrors to your soul. Only you hear the voices in your head. Hear them screaming at you now, cowering you into a corner, forcing you to accept false beliefs. You feel you do not have to the strength to stand up to these voices, you feel you lack the confidence to refute what they in the darkness of your mind. You are stronger than you think.

But my friend you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall

“They” have been trying to trap me in a world of conformity, in a world where ever day is pretty much the same as the day before it. They want to put me in a box, and to some degree, I have tried to put myself in a box, to hide behind my carefully constructed fortress so that they could no get at me, only the false me, the me represented by the mask I wear. I put myself in the box in order to fit in, to appear to be normal. But I am anything but normal, insane perhaps, normal, no.

The walls must come down. But every time I try, fear stops me. I wonder what is on the other side of the wall. The wall, once built to keep people out, has now become a prison to keep me in.

This prison has now become your home
A sentence you seem prepared to pay
It took a day to build the city
We walked through its streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the fields where I’d once played
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I’d laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire

What keeps me behind the wall is a misunderstood notion of duty. I have accepted the common understanding of duty, which is duty towards others. But as the ancients Greeks knew, and tried to convey in their writings, man’s duty is to toward himself. This sense of duty is conveyed in the meaning of Arete.

The walls must come down.

insane

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