Since I found this plight
bound by unchageable shapes and controls,
it had become my own comfort zone
that sometimes , I feel trapped.
Strings on my neck choke
as repeated patterns bring me back ,
to a never -ending void of selflessness...
life, I yearn for your freedom's touch.
In this circus of life's charade,
I follow the magicians and ringmasters
without a power to access my instincts...
but the the show must go on.
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2014
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