Mind is a prison

It's 5:03am. I was listening to Alec Benjamin's new song "mind is a prison". The lyrics say how afraid he is of his own thoughts, how he can never escape, yet he won't give up hope. The very grim thought of something inescapable is almost like drowning, or as if in a cell. The looming nature of the inescapable. What I was mostly interested in was the lyrics when he said he was afraid of his own thoughts. Is it true, what people say then? The are afraid of themselves? How can one be afraid of their own thoughts? Is it true horror they keep replaying, like traumatic instances? Is it the questions they pose to their own reality? The questions that keep being said, but answers never found. Should we be afraid of these thoughts? I say no, I say embrace the inner turmoil, experience the profound feelings of dread and sadness. Because these feelings give others a reason to live. Maybe to delve into our suffering, and succumb to the voices means to live. If it means to live, why should we not? Are we to die? No, we must live.