defense
inside these perishable
walls
they call to me
claim it's free
but never do they seem
to be
stable within this
reality
changing minds
and minding change
rhapsody in rusty chains
clinging to my
primitive brain
but never truly knowing
pain
you see
I'm free
no illusion seperates me
from my Self
i'm on the shelf
leather wrapped around my
shell
persistence pertaining
to my hell
never knowing the way
only hoping to create
the maze
roads in danger
of the craze
simply singing the song
is enough
to belong
to the mystery
the manic state
of Me.