I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?
He tries to find the exit From himself But there is no door.
The enemy is within, and within stays within, and we can't get out of within.
We are all prisoners of our thoughts.
Most people are not really free. They are confined by the niche in the world that they carve out for themselves. They limit themselves to fewer possibilities by the narrowness of their vision.
And I have the others in me. Even when I’m far away from them, I am forced to live with them. Even when I’m all alone, crowds surround me. I have no place to flee to, unless I were to flee from myself.
Neurotic identity crises come when our defense mechanisms have been too successful and we're encapsulated in the fortress we have constructed with nothing to refresh us in our solitary confinement. So we play the old movies with their stale fears and their unrealistic hopes until we become bored enough to risk disarmament and engagement.
I am well protected Too locked up Inside myself To get free
We are made mysteries to ourselves by the Rooster Coop we are locked in.
You can't escape from yourself, can you?
I hardly even leave my own house.
You feel like a prisoner if you don't create. You're jailed up inside of yourself.
