Liam Hughes - The Ropes That Bind

Freedom, a birth-right or a thing to earn.
To make a change tables have to turn.
To discover truth lies have to burn.
Knowledge is no gift you have to learn.

Unanswered questions hang in the air.
They are the rope binding you to the chair.
They are what cause feelings of despair.
They care not for the senses they impair.

A sense of purpose an illusion many desire.
Desperately, frantically and senselessly trying to acquire.
Before the day comes for them to expire.
Never missing chance to scheme and conspire.

But it’s you who chooses the path to take.
It’s you who has to try and make.
Your mind decide what is at stake.
After you've accepted it was your mistake.

It’s time for you to take a look around.
Or the ropes I speak of will be forever bound.
Or the answers you seek may not be found.
You may never know if there to be profound.

Liam Hughes

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