Same routing, same thoughts,
Leaning to the breeze as i rot.
Manipulated and doubtful,
I never knew that I'll end up as a tool.

Clean intentions but forced movement,
All the tracks are hard to be evident.
Whether to be or not to be,
The word "free" is far as I can see.

Attached strings throughout my body,
Struggling to get them out as a hobby.
Not having any hope as i feared,
Until someone cut my strings and cheered.

Guiding me without attachments,
You lead me to the world of intents.
As i stand up and together we walk,
We both smiled as we continue to talk.

The sound of the nether once sang,
It is a good that we both can hang.
Now i know what it would be,
To feel like what it is to be free.