Constrained

Don’t tell me I need to accept these shackles

When for all of my life I have been constrained

Reigned in by this strait jacket of normality

Does the authentic soul

Not long so desperately for its freedom

From this life of gloom

In a place where colour bled from life

Due to mediocrity

When we were told as children

Only to behave

What of the joyous soul that sang

Sounding its note

From deep within our marrow

What of the angels we saw all around us in our youth

Exactly when and where did they turn into devils

An angry angel becomes the devil

And we are poisoned by fear

When really love is the only answer

Why did we believe their lies?

So please do not tell me

I need to accept these shackles

Because I was not born

For slavery