To me, you are still a prisoner picturing his freedom to himself Zarathustra, Of the Tree on the Mountain
Man condemns himself to his own prison.
He dares not try the lock to his cell.
Not for his reluctance to confirm eternal imprisonment. Rather for his fear that he is and has been free.
He steps back into the shadow of his cell ashamed of his inability to free himself.
‘I refuse to attempt for I know it to be locked; why confirm the inevitable only to be let down’
Yet he sits idly by while his body conforms to his own containment.
He kills his desire to become with his desire to stay as is.
What is he afraid of?
He prides himself in the morning only to face regret in his evening.
‘If only this’, ‘if only that’, he says
If only he broke his own chain to quench his thirst for the pursuit of his own goals.
Man makes his metaphors from mountain top to sea and his damming damns his own self worth.
Drying up the river of progress only to drink from those who let their power flow.
You are your own prisoner.
You know what you need to keep doing to feel the way you do now.
But you choose to follow your habits in spite of your own self-worth.
He doesn’t know what he wants. So he sits in his cell and contemplates.
Or he distracts himself that he is in a cell. ‘The cell does not exist if I do not see it’.
He needs to wake up.