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We Bind Our Spirits

by @tearsofchronus

All I want is to be naked I wish to be vulnerable I'm encased in a web of emotive calamity Trapped in cold stone and empty waves Locked in materialism, Social apathy suffocates me I need air... From the womb of modernity, Claustrophobia is born I gasp I need to feel free... I need to be held... I need to be exposed... This musty cell of modern depravity, Vanity, Pride, Self-seeking, Commercialism, Disregard, Apathy, Greed, Hate... It chokes me with the foul stench of death The scent that tells me darkness falls I can see no virtue in this prison A veil is pulled upon me, And I'm engulfed in merciless dissociation I need to drink crisp waters From the fountain of harmony I need to be caressed In the warm bosom of compassion I need to soar On the vigorous gales of freedom I need to be...naked Strip me of possession, Unravel my desires, Hold me in your arms, And let us be naked together! Cast off allure of material treasure, Come embrace your human pleasure! Somewhere outside this dark room Over the stone walls that encompass us, There is a light that sings to me I can break the walls and burn the bridge, Cast aside the past of ego And lead us to a world of dreams Would you follow me? Would you break the shackles of your possession? Cast aside the love of things, Replace it with the things of love? Have we drifted so far apart as a people That we have no room to breathe? I think not. This prison of emotive distress, This cage of idiosyncratic routine, This lockdown hysteria of need, It's merely a base from which to start The distance between us all Only leaves room for us to grow I can see the walls break down, The old facades are wearing thin, And I'm peeling away the trappings Of things I thought I knew But knew I never truly wanted With them, walls will break With them falls the cage And through the coming of the things I see so clear Like love and peace and harmony Nakedness and connectivity (No need for greed, No need for possession) I can see the walls tear down And with their fall I know it's coming: The day where all are free to fly.
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Published
Jun 29, 2013
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