The Prison...

The window is buzzing constantly by those passing machines days after days...

This mind also have become numb to those irritating sounds long before....

Still sometimes in the silence of night it can not ignore, cause there is nothing to distract it except night and the ears who can't stop hearing....

Sometimes the mind want to walk away from all these unnecessary struggles, to a beautiful land of green...

Yet it can't, cause it is afraid to leave its vanity of passion, desires and responsibilities...

So the mind have to live with the poisons which comes with all those exaggerated agitations....