Shackles …

I shall be free of these shackles that bind me, the hazy smog that blinds me, the storm clouds that always seem to find me.

I shall be released from this desolate cell that cages me, the societal yardstick that gauges me, the hollow facade of the passing parade that enrages me.

I shall be free,

I shall be released,

free at last,

to witness the truths I have yet been unable to see.

(hope always)