• It seems my wrists are bound,
    And I am held back
    Voices of conscience are my only sound
    And all around me it is black

    I can't break free
    No matter how hard I try
    Despite how much I plea
    It all just turns awry

    Some choices are not easy
    Some you can't run from
    No matter how hard or breezy
    I simply have to succumb

    There is one emotion
    I find is the most essential
    Through all the commotion
    It is very existential

    It brings us hope
    It brings us joy
    Has terrible scope
    And it can destroy

    This emotion is why I'm bound
    Between two bonds on each wrist
    Will the right answers be found?
    Will this altogether cease to exist?

    I contemplate this
    As I sit in despair
    How could I have gone amiss?
    How could I have been caught unaware?