I express with finesse
The mood I inflect
That would in other words vary
And make them suspect
But in turn, I surrender
And give freely at will
The key to the cupboard
To give you your fill
I’m unattached an unbound
By the forces that be
So come take my hand
And let’s run to the sea
To the bluest of oceans
To the warm setting sun
To the chains that would bind me
But alas, there are none