Tuesday, November 22, 2016

No hope, tied up with

My choices have been narrowed
To surrender and obedience
Or being tied up and resisitence
I stand and stare at the warden
Mental freedom is my only possession
And I know others think I am defiant
But it is a choice
Let others live my life
And do as they tell me
Or I refuse
And wither in absolute control
Of my own mind
And their bindings