Twisted Chains

Wrists free of shackles,
But mind chained in a thousand knots.
Narrow walls confining thoughts,
Running in loops like a broken tape.
Opening the book for a moment of peace,
But the chains don’t leave me at ease.

Focus fading, days wasting,
Thoughts drifting, chains twisting.
I ask, Where am I existing?
Why are these demons persisting?
What is the soul insisting?

Craving for a serene beach,
with waves teasing my feet,
breeze caressing my cheeks—
But these damn shackles!

Even the mightiest sword can’t break them,
Invisible, they stay in the deepest realm.
Torn between soul and mind,
I turn to heart for a word of kind.

It said: Let the body run away,
Mind will follow its pathway
Chains will melt away
Opening a magical gateway

I hopped on Cinderella’s carriage
before mind unleashed its carnage.
To fight beyond the pretty package,
I set on a path to slice the baggage.

Oh, the name of the magic was Time.
No more shackles on mind,
Fluttering wings unwind,
Thoughts racing a thousand miles,
Unhinged sparkles on shine.

There I saw —
A reflection of me,
Not toiling in the sunlight,
But dancing in the moonlight.

This time, when I opened the book,
I was lost in the world of characters,
Living in the moment,
Becoming the moment.