Slave

January 6, 2013

Never let them get to you
let your passion burn.
Even though they shackle you,
it’s what you choose to feel that’s true;
keep your mind away from them
and deep inside, you shall have freedom.

Keep on keeping on,
dance your dance,
sing your song,
move your merry self along.

But resolve grows thin and short
and time is tough and long.

You let them take your soul
so you belong
and never look them in the eye
never yours to reason why
just do as you are told
getting busy growing old.

Get on getting on,
play your game,
sharpen your tongue,
move your wicked self along.

Oh how time has weakened you,
when you were once so strong.

Wings

February 14, 2012

You never wanted me to fly.
You clipped my wings with a simple lie.
You told me you loved me and after that day
I felt I could not walk away
for fear that I might never find another love;
that nothing else would ever be enough
to help me get over
what we had together.
But what you called love and affection
was nought but chains, an incarceration;
I was your slave, though I thought I was free,
a prisoner of my insecurity.

Wings

February 14, 2012

You never wanted me to fly.
You clipped my wings with a simple lie.
You told me you loved me and after that day
I felt I could not walk away
for fear that I might never find another love;
that nothing else would ever be enough
to help me get over
what we had together.
But what you called love and affection
was nought but chains, an incarceration;
I was your slave, though I thought I was free,
a prisoner of my insecurity.