Prisoner of thought

He lay there in the cocoon
Watching shapes shift by
He knew not where he was
Nor could he fathom why
Was he there for a reason
Or was it just a ruse
That made him a prisoner
of something almost like a muse

Silvery cover seemed so real
Yet felt unreal, even ethereal
Will bent like rubber in the mist
Twisted, controlled like never before
Can this be true? This strength
Of a seemingly fragile shell
Scared and enthused like a new explorer
He pondered possibilities, a conqueror

Could this be the end of him
Chains of bondage crushing him
Or liberation awaiting beyond
Bidding him, break free, look beyond
The moment of truth, so simple
Choice, the line between life and death
Choose to live, was his interpretation
Cocoon melted to his disbelieving elation

He was free again, he knew
To embrace this life anew
Every thought a prison, a system
Destiny beckons beyond it's reason
Walk out free, head held high
Breathe in the air, Let out a sigh
Life... a journey of many thoughts
Live each one and then let go...