We are all just prisoners here…

“We are all just prisoners here of our own device.” This is a line from the Eagles’ song, “Hotel California.” I liked the song when I heard it way back when, but as I got older, I wanted to understand what the songwriter meant by some of the lyrics. I heard people condemning the song as a 70s drug song or a devilish song about “killing the beast.” I don’t think so, and if you want to believe it, go ahead. I have always thought the poet was the only one who knew what his/her writing meant. But.

Now, I have found my own meaning in the song, and I claim it for myself. My “Hotel California,” and I can picture it out in the Mohave Desert miles from anywhere, is a nod to my depression. I understand what the writer means when he says, “You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.” I cannot, ever. Ever. Get out of my own head.