I am a prisoner of my mind It accuses me all the day long. It insults me, betrays me. My mind assaults me as I sleep It shows me no mercy. There is no escape, no matter how far or fast I run. Fear and worry stand on either side of me They grasp my hands tightly and walk with me. Together we wait for tragedy to strike The ultimate of which is death. Will it be death to my self -- letting my mind reign? Or will it be death to the demons fear and worry - crushing the prison of my mind once and for all? At this time I do not know It is a constant battle. My mind is the communist -- will it ever find freedom? -- Word Nerd, 12/8/1989