bounded
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Everyone talks about it Why won't you be about it
This angry hand that you raiseDoes nothing but appraise
It appraises our loveHow worthless it isHow it hurts to stick around
bound to the thought of tradition, chained to the idea of reality
structured in the ways of the ones before you, trapped in the shadows of others
My body was a temple
my heart made of gold
a stranger he was
so impulsive and so bold
he took what was mine
innocence forgotten
as he crossed the line
I am here.
In this dungeon.
I fear losing my grip on sanity,
for the longer I am bound to this cage
the more I feel my mind chip away.
