The little knot you know the one it's tied deep inside been there for about a year made up from fear sometimes you hardly feel it other times we can't help but reveal it hard to hide it's a gradual downward slide to living with the constant stress and listlessness that boredom brings when our wings have been stilled and we are constantly filled with hope for a time that may never come again and yet we remain sane but still tied by that little knot inside
I am a natural rhymer, for which I see no reason to apologise. Sometimes I just need to express it in rhyme like a child it gives me comfort.