More often than not
We limit what we’ve got
What we experience and
How far
Stands in the way
Of reaching the stars

Roadblock ensues
Fogginess blues
Thoughts press in
Gravity pulls
Keeping us from
A borderless soul

The box is too small
The space is not tall
Its corners too dirty
To hold the ideas
The feelings
The fury

That comes when we’re muzzled
Held down by our puzzles
We press, we cave
Keep on line
Chained to sin
We stay inside

Look for the light
The crack within sight
Give it a final blow
Erase the confines
Repent of the crimes
Set the fire aglow