Cracking the Morse Code

 I am confident I have cracked these codes at last 

This mystery hold and yee of little consequence 

Than  thoughts would first have us believe  as so 

As not dealing with such darkened hold be wise to 

So as to fester more with paranoia grip of weary hands 

And the shadows have no weight to hold strong 

The shadows have no substance for their night freight 

Is from the illusion objects thrown on walls 

By reflecting the very lights of brightened worlds  

I have broken this captive thought 

To climb out of my own cage of self  bondage 

To walk free and be set free with know 

Awakened from the darkness of trepidation 

Oh how the story self defeats, burring heads 

Deep into sands vying to escape as means from t' rising tide 

The mud of the sea smells fears and panic with ease 

And grips harder to pull deeper slave to its course 

I have broken the code at last, the chains were never 

With locks so strong, this is the realisation of old guns 

I am confident I have cracked the morse code at last