Within a restricted idea
Trapped beneath the weight of influence
A shape emerges, limited in its freedom to move
Though certain of its freedom to choose
We stack inerasable moments, convincing ourselves to climb
But true heights we hide from others
Out of fear of being left behind
Pleading that my range of needs
Goes further than what is expected of me
The master, the maker, the slave and the breaker
Do I decide for myself what’s becoming of me?
Am I designing or observing the lie
Conducting the sequences I’ll never see
The master and the maker
(The sequences I’ll never see)
The giver and the taker
I need to seek my own desires
(What if you had gone an alternate direction?)
Decide for myself what is precious
(And you need more than what you have to make it through)
I need to seek my own desires
To block out the voices holding back my conviction
Within a restricted idea
I’m trapped beneath tightening skin
A shape emerges, limited in its freedom