Thursday, June 11, 2009

Chained Melody ©©

Out in the world
Away from the bosom of my comfort
I find freedom
Freedom to exist

Free to live without rules
Free to be as it was meant to be
Unbound from the dreams of others
Someone else’s world

I am a stranger to this place
This existence
A portrait painted by another artist
A vision of someone else’s dream

Freedom is my canvas
My background to live in
Where dreams are born
Then lived

Out of this world
This prison of prisons
I’m free of my impediments
The manacles around my soul

Free to live without feelings of regret
Useless feelings of failure and heartache
Feelings I can’t describe
Feelings I don’t want to remember

I wish I could leave in the morning
Run away in any direction
Run naked from the world
This prison with its shackles, its rules

Yet it’s afternoon and I’m here
In my glass cell looking out
Out at where I want to be
Still shackled to the rules

Night after night
I escape past the guards of my soul
To run free among the trees
Naked and free until morning

Walker

2 comments:

Brosreview said...

I can so relate to this one mate. I feel the same, as if I am made to run on a track pre-set for me. So, when I do something that would classify as unexpected or something that breaks the daily cycle, I feel free and believe that I still exist.

Very well written! Keep at it!

Woman in a Window said...

I think we're all a little lucky to get out and be free, even if only for a while. Naked and trees, well now, that's just about devine.