Be caught in chains of mental slavery,
and then call it an act of bravery?
Only if we could free our warped minds,
and listen to the rhythm celestial that spellbinds.

Our little prudence first made cruel rules,
and now we ask, ‘weren’t we fools?’
We incarcerated ourselves into the cage,
and now fight freedom with wild rage.

“We”, chained “you” and “me”,
when “we” could both be free.
I judged you, you me but to rue,
and compromised our freedom in lieu.

We wanted to dance,
then do a little romance.
But we were bridled,
solving that which wasn’t riddled.

Let’s free ourselves from the reins,
to feel freedom in our veins.
Where will then be pain and cry,
when you become you and I remain I.

Or…..
Don’t loathe the cage you dwell,
instead with passion in it you swell.
Then to space, the cage will vanish,
there wouldn’t be any chains left to banish.