Not every cage is a prison
Nor permanent is every unfavorable situation
Not every cry should be for help
Nor should forlornness be source of a tear drop
What if every experience is "mind-set?"
All we feel is mastered by our thought
We can't change what happens
In our minds we are slaves
Cocooned in our pasts and tied within limits
All the misdirected energies
And misplaced priorities
We fall from our own ladders
We kill our own destinies
And create our own tragedies
We censure ourselves, friends and everyone
Cursing what fate has done
Chance and luck plus good fortune
The words that always define--
A coward's mark in our mind's seclusion.