The Price of Freedom

Freedom, but its to my own demise, as I can't disguise that I'm secretly trapped in the compartments of my own mind. Redefining what it means to be contained cause though my body is free, my soul is restrained, estranged, as I can't escape my own thoughts, with this new-found freedom, my mind is lost, exhausted from the constant struggle of this tug of war that befuddles me. Caught between a dream and reality that I cannot decode. On the road to redemption, attempting to free myself from this condemned state that I continue to face.