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My Own Gaoler
I feel the tension in my head
Maybe it’s time to go to bed
Or maybe it’s a signal to return home
To rest a while and leave well enough alone
As Thought plays me like a fool
Each day introducing another rule
I realise I’ve become my own gaoler
Abiding by the rules. I obey her
When we separate Thought from the noise
We see the world through fresh eyes
The shackles drop and tensions melt
No longer bound by the Thoughts being felt
Written: March 1st 2026
