Thoughts in Bold Ink

Handmade Chains

Can’t you see you’re not really free?

There was a time where you wanted more;

More than your slave master would feed you:

You wanted a taste of the sky

But now you bound yourself to the ground

And brought the birds down to you, singing

“I believe I can fly!”

But you failed to realize the sky won’t come to you

And all you had to do was spread the wings

That God has given you.

Do you hear the shackles at night?

You can walk and talk and sing as you please,

But your mind is chained to your throat

So you’re choking and you don’t know why

And you don’t know that you have the key.

Do you know your wingspan?

Of course not, because you’re trapped

You’ve been trained to stay low;

Obey, entertain, and find the loopholes

Like Society’s loyal house pet.

But you don’t want to leave because they feed you

But they feed you, well, let’s be honest, they feed you crap.

You could taste the clouds, but you choose to eat crap

And the crumbs of the dessert that fall from your master’s lap.

I say you walk out, take flight, and never go back.