What bites back are not the questions without answers,
But the perception that you are wrong and not sane anymore,
Leave this delusion stage of life and accept the right path,
Mark today as your old life's epitaph,
Be born again, not in the Christian sense,
Rather, a being that was locked up in a cell,
After so long, you have tasted freedom,
Grant you are not calm; give it but some time,
Patience leads to no grander reward-
But to events that unfold intermittently,
As you chime your way in one mode of thought,
Remember, each one has its perfect spot,
Lack not courage now that you have earned-
The knowledge that once fueled your passion,
Desires are always left unfed to the outer eye,
The inner soul sees what is rationally apparent,
Now divide yourself in two halves-
And trust neither one completely,
For when moderation exceeds it own boundary,
Who is to say which half is proper,
Volunteer for this now, for the shackles are gone,
The ones you formed along the way with intent,
In a rush to confine to your "cell" ,
The idea of a key was never questioned,
Till I give you a riddle to solve,
What requires a key to lock?
But does not for it to be unlocked…
