A prison. A cage.

From which you're a slave.

Captive and caught. Leaving you destraught. Or think. Pause. Just a matter of thought and BOOM.

You are  free, oh how jubilee. Free to believe, run, or swim in the sea.

Crashing foam and yellow sand. Free to cup a turtle in hand.

Or BOOM

You're a plane. Dance in the sky. Test your limits, Youre oh so high.

High on life, no need for land. Who said space wasnt meant for man?

Join the stars, burn so bright. Become a beaming brillant  light. 

Or BOOM.

Youre one with mother earth. Crawling, sprawling from the dirt.

Your leaves are green with glister and gleam. Your vibrant petals are so pristine.

No matter how wild, unreal, or insane. It can come true with a thing called the brain.

No matter how far or how long it will take. You can hurdle mountains, cross lands, and lakes.

Your mind can be your device of flight. Or it can be what keeps you up at night.

Your mind is awesome whether this is said with fear or praise.

In fact your mind still ticks even at the end of your days.