| Enchained |
| . |
| I said in he and she I find no me, |
| If ever there’ll be another, |
| A soul in whose shadow, |
| I dare to trace my reflection. |
| Would I have the courage, |
| The plunge it takes, |
| To admit and accept, |
| To acknowledge that once again, |
| I have found on these roads, |
| Another transgressor. |
| Can I ever in the days to come, |
| Confess to myself, |
| Beyond the guilt and obsession of nostalgia, |
| The hopes I dare to dream. |
| For a few odd moments, |
| And return again, |
| To the haven of pretense. |