The castle of my mind

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The castle of my mind, my safe place,

With blurry walls, worn out dungeons and large corridors with no end,

Sometimes I wander, knocking on the doors of my past,

Peeking on old memories, laughing hard in silence, or walking on water if I want,

Sometimes I'm a builder, I build new doors with shinning handles and carved stars,

And I wrap myself some thoughts, very tight, and close the door after I leave them behind,

Sometimes I'm a digger, I dig deep holes, bottomless holes, obscures and dark,

To throw confusions, regrets and sorrows,

To clean the castle of my mind,

I go there, to hear my ideas storming and clouding my head,

To start over and make my plans, to escape from reality, to rest on my restless bed,

Sometimes I'm seating on a real chair, or communicating abstractions to beings of a different fate,

But I'm traveling, traversing timeless paths of warm embrace, while I leave the work to my duplicate,

The beings ask about my knowledge, my academic prowess or a trade that I could colligate,

So, I free some thoughts through the sounded gate,

But can you rest? Can I rest? They want me to switch sound by noise,

They are pulling me out, pretending I exchange my bright castle by their sun,

Asking me to leave my peace for war.

I stay at my corner, where I'm the undefeated champion, where I'm the one who rings the bell,

Throwing imaginary punches, opening the tomorrow, knocking down the yesterday.

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