In The Meadows of My Mind

When lines first emerge beyond a mother’s gaze,
Colors trickle in through the teary haze.
What was once held hostage to unrelenting need,
Now yields to curiosity, ubiquitously freed.

But, lines become boundaries with no end in sight,
And colors revealed dull in the ennui of night.
As Curiosity once was Imagination’s first trainer,
Rules n’ Expectations become the Spirit’s restrainer.

Perhaps direction provided is truly meant for good,
But what of the attention to know what you could…?
So you’re chained to a desk, made a prisoner to time.
If not for the rules, you’d considered it a crime.

Now the lectures endured grate as buzzing bees in flight.
Creating a longing, for sweet dreams of night.
If only dreams were just friends,
still… friends aren’t always true,
So, escape from reality can become a prison too.

Can the spirit be freed from chains seeking to bind?
Perhaps by strolling thru the meadows of the mind.
When I turned from the lectures to windows with light,
I created my own dreams, without the darkness of night.

Releasing the chains that had bound me to a chair,
I traveled the around world while still inside a square.
Oh the marvels imagined and adventures made,
Saved me from the reality of chasing a grade.

There were rivalries to be won and at times, hearts to be lost.
But nothing really mattered, as there was never a cost.
With no rules to be broken, or boundaries of any kind
I had only my imagination in the Meadows of My mind.

So avoid the task masters seeking to control life,
As they’d bind your very soul to an existence of strife.
Posting signs to deter passage, thru any open gate,
There’s always some bastard attempting to control fate.

And when life becomes tedious,
certainly no longer sublime.
Unleash your imagination to
explore the Meadows of Your Mind.