Monday, November 12, 2012

Threat, Gold, Chains

I want to go, leave it all behind
They say: 'Stay, out there you'll go blind'
So I remain, light in the distance
I need to give in, fight my resistance

And sometimes I look closely and begin to move
They rush in, they work hard to close the groove
After this, they take me back and give me gold
I accept the wealth, but feel oh so cold

Someday I will sneak out, no one will see
I will jump in the light, I will be free
And if out there I'll turn blind
I'll accept it, I won't mind

About to leave, to take the sunshine trains
They all rush in and lock me in chains
Imprisoned for life, I'm forced to stay
No more hope to find a better way


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