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I crave the change I also dread, It dances loud inside my head For when you’ve lived in chains so long, They start to feel like where you belong They bind me tight, they hold me still, They crush my voice, they break my will, But in their grip, I’ve come to stay, And fear the world without their sway What would I do, if I were free? No walls, no locks, no weight on me? This place, though cold, I’ve come to know, It shaped my steps, it taught me “no.” My dreams keep whispering through the dark, But even dreams have lost their spark For even there, I fear the cost, Afraid to find what I have lost I long for joy, yet flinch from light, I watch it glowing, clear and bright, But I’ve lived so long in shadow’s arms, The sun, to me, might do me harm How can I walk with eyes so gray, Into a gold and blinding day? Without the chains to pull me back, What compass guides the open track? What rules exist when none remain? What shape is joy that’s born from pain? And so I stay, both near and far, A prisoner who guards their own bar
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
Prisoner Who Guards Their Own Bar
I crave the change I also dread, It dances loud inside my head For when you’ve lived in chains so long, They start to feel like where you belong They bind me tight, they hold me still, They crush my voice, they break my will, But in their grip, I’ve come to stay, And fear the world without their sway What would I do, if I were free? No walls, no locks, no weight on me? This place, though cold, I’ve come to know, It shaped my steps, it taught me “no.” My dreams keep whispering through the dark, But even dreams have lost their spark For even there, I fear the cost, Afraid to find what I have lost I long for joy, yet flinch from light, I watch it glowing, clear and bright, But I’ve lived so long in shadow’s arms, The sun, to me, might do me harm How can I walk with eyes so gray, Into a gold and blinding day? Without the chains to pull me back, What compass guides the open track? What rules exist when none remain? What shape is joy that’s born from pain? And so I stay, both near and far, A prisoner who guards their own bar
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
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