Caged Shaman

Inside is fear and entrapment
A cage of enforced resistence apparent
He cowers afraid of the dark
What it holds in its infinity
Its grasping hands reach out
And eyes open slowly
Realities mix, there are many seen
And unseen...

Touching his shoulder the shadow one
From the depths of subconscious and death
Speaks wonders of image, that lives
And the words take form
Creation begins with the tree said he
Watch and learn my son, my protege
Dimension, unforgiving,
Shall not look nor see nor wonder
I want to be out there
Where
The world doesn't shake with fear
At his voice...

They watch him, and speak creation
He refuses to see, for fear comes first
Refuses to look at wisdom from weeping eyes
The serpents have many forms
Eyes, faces, cubes, dimensional form...
I want to be out there by the river
Where the trees don't look like faces
And the sun shines...
Not here in this prison of restriction
Of death, of nightmare
Set me free...

Shaman, freedom is in the mind..
Where is reality, choose now or forever
You'll sit in your corner, and refuse to see
The world, the wonders, the magick
And me...
Caged
Alone
Outside is not freedom but illusion
And here lies the truth of all things
Touches his shoulder
Look.. Shaman..look