Freedom in Chains

May 22, 2014

We all wear chains

Chains on our hearts

Chains on our minds

We live in chains

And don't realize it half the time

We all wear masks

We all have binds

We bend to the will of the hive mind

All wearing a disguise

Real is rare

Unappreciated

It is embraced at arms' length

And uncompensated

When the chains break

They rattle to the floor

Causing attention; wanted or no

The masks we wear are flexible at best

They cover what's real

And cause us unrest

We wear them as an option

Or we have no choice

The world likes caution

Do we have a voice?

We want to be free

But each time we cut loose

The chains rattle

And the world comes too close to the truth

The truth we want to hide

We're thrown back

Trapped, again and again

By a world in offense

That wants to defend against

Our unique minds

Or maybe we just like to wear the masks

So used to the heavy weight on our backs

Or maybe we're just blind

With chains around our arms, tight

And masks without eyes

Bound and lost to the sight

Of what true freedom really is

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