The heart is wrapped in a cage
Yet it flows freely with love.

The mind wanders freely to thoughts in the abyss, the dark place in your mind where you hold all your wicked thiughts and dreams and memories.
My mind seems to always dwell there. I break free for a minute or two but it's back again and heavier than ever.

Seeking help through pills, people, drinks and music, to ease the strain. In the end though I have only myself to blame.