Mar 18, 2004 22:11
TRAPPED
Sweet Abandon,
Is forever fleeting.
With man made obstacles,
Barring every avenue of escape.
Till you pound the walls ,
And your voice turns hoarse,
But it falls on deaf ears.
Rules to protect you,
Or to enslave you?
Their morals make us.
Maybe they break us.
Hands to guide.
But do they bind?