Brother my chains are heavy
Sister, give them to me
Brother my chains are heavy
Sister, give them to me
Tomorrow comes
Disguised as Today
And so
I never know when to start
What I promised Tomorrow
Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy
He sat on an elevated chair
Screaming at his subjects
Feed me
Alas the king was a child
The little child hides
Scared from the outside
Where the air can touch his skin
So he stays hidden within
And you age
Forgetting
That you are the key to your cage
The things you were dying for
Are the things you don’t want anymore
Wandering soul
Where do you wish to go
Who of all
Told you that you can do so?
Freedom is for fools
And so you chose to be free
Cut these ties away from me
They say there are no boundaries
At the bounds of imagination
But all they can see
Is that path that was already taken
Soon the picture will be so misleading
That you won’t recognize it was you
Digging
Nails full of dirt
Trying to find a magic spell
That was lost
Losing my sanity
Despising gravity
Then I remember
I wrote the spell once before
I can rewrite it once more!
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The ant circled my empty plate, hopeful
He moved with purpose
But I
Sitting high
Can see the desert he is yet to discover
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I wondered how I looked to God
Or a being much bigger than myself
Then I washed the ant away
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