The Prisoner

“Words are terrible things. They go on and on, sometimes leading us nowhere but the end. And when we look back we realize we thought we’ve come so far, yet again, here we are. At the beginning. All over again. Terrible, terrible things, these words. The only way to choose them wisely, is to  begin by choosing them poorly. For most wisdom is gained by poor judgement. At least that’s what I’ve read.” -The Time Traveler

“There are times that I miss the words that we shared. I know where they are. Locked away, behind closed doors, fighting with outdated, poorly thought thoughts. I turn my back to look forward and yet again, there she is. A timeless masterpiece, inside my minds eye I’ve pictured time and time again. Tick, tock, tick tock. just like time, she never passes me by. It’s I who talks in circles, so this time, it’s silent I stay. Tick tock, tick tock, She watches me work from above. Torn the shackles from my wrists, with new freedoms I write. Free to leave, free to choose, free to come, free to go, but only forward. Together. Our separate ways. One above. One below. As above. So below.  We meet in the middle. Even a broken clock is right twice a day. We left in the middle.  At sun’s high-noon, moon’s mid-night, one looks up while one looks down, a smile looks to a frown. A frown turns it’s downsides up. Tick tock, tick tock. She still watches from above.” – The Prisoner