I envisioned breathing on a free land you see
But I am here now, and all I see is a prison
And prisoners of love and war
Chained to one another, grotesque and miserable
One pulls himself up by pushing other down
And one falls to the ground taking down the soul chained
with him
Marching round and round to tease and please
Play games and often love to preach
They breed in chains, rise in chains
Wrists to wrists and ankles to ankles
They move clunking and groaning
And sometimes they break into a laugh
At themselves and the world they created
A laugh that squeezes a tear out of their dream glazed eyes
When they look back at the world they left behind
