True Ties to True Lies
I wanted to be honest, I wanted to be true.
To be live freely in an authentic view.
With no lies, and no compromises.
Free from holds of those that wish to control
Wish to mold through manipulation.
Creating all hesitations, pulling me away from my authentic view.
My “deep-down” desire to be nothing but true.
My head is thumping, a bumpin’ to the pound of
my incessant press to flee. But as a domesticated bird
I’m stuck in a cage, in which I have become my own prisoner.
Raised to follow, to be submissive.
To walk in silence, and only speak with permission.
Now in my pursuit of freedom, I block the door... afraid I hesitate.
The closer I get to the doors border, the louder the truth-lies become.
They scream and screech for me to listen... and pull at my strings to pay attention.
To not pursue the dreams of my heart, for in it are lies.
To not pursue the the logic of my mind, for in it too are lies.
But to submit to the familiar voices of my youth, hounding me to obey.
I strain, I struggle, under the pressures my knees buckle.
I’m tired. I fall, I curl up and cry... and pray for that savior to save me from myself.
I have yet to cease, yet to expire... and I lust for that day, when all my pain will go away.
I close my eyes and drift to sleep, and pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep.
