Looking Out From the Inside
Sounding shackles of my life chain, Drag the echoes along,
From my mind until I find, beat where temple belongs.
So conducted, yet the symphony disrupted with a wrong song.
Sadness plays until the words fade,
Eulogy of funeral melody sinks with the day.
Ears listen, but never hear what I say.
Seconds rush by, while the hours advance.
Silently slipping into a sleepless trance.
A slumber so stale and still, harmony mirages dance.
Looking at the wind weathered window above,
I caught and kept, the smile of a morning dove.
Freedom to navigate, With flight her true love.
Was this creature ever crippled from a path of flight?
Were feathered features a muse of her sky less plight?
A spirit slave, enraged, deceived by false light?
All of a sudden, a couple came staggering by,
Startling her grace, causing her to fly.
Away from our nightmare, seen within my eye.
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