Bonded

I am bound to my chain Never to be set free The state of my confinement is one that is definite A constant reminder that ensures my inhibition My brief moments of release are ones of sanctuary When the moon shines in the night and winds whisper I slip into a state where reality is suspended for the time My mind wavers and wanders to a fanciful utopia There my shackles are broken My chain is released They are corroded and old Allowing only the existence of the new I am free to soar I am free to fly No more allowance of limitation Sadly, my eyes are always reopened They gaze upon smoldering reality A harsh reminder that I am still chained Never permitted to walk about freely My skin is my chain And my skin is my curse I must be set free