your soul feels trapped.
trapped by your own selfish pride.
it's just been one of those weeks, ya know?
you have to be careful or it really will suck you in.
you see people who let go
and sometimes you really do wonder...wow it must be nice
feeling free to do whatever you want to do?
Then you look at those moments where you do let go, not even
realizing that it actually has happened,
and you don't feel free at all---you feel trapped. Trapped and bound by chains.
you go and you go & the moment you are alone,
those are the moments where your mind won't shut up.
your mind tells you you aren't really good enough for anything or anyone.
and all you want to do is sleep. sleep and waste life away...
OR eat, or shop, or flirt, or any desperate attempt to make your
life seem somewhat worthy.
you know what it amounts up to?
chains, nothing but chains.
other people's lives seem nicer and other people just seem prettier
and more appealing. So you wrap yourself in their lives and hope
yours will somehow transform into theirs. your heart aches for that kind
of attention, that kind of glamour.
all chains.
Then you think back at that moment you weren't in chains,
the moment you did actually feel free.
And it was not when you were doing what you "wanted to do".
You look at him again and you reach out your hands.
You fall on your feet, on your knees, on your hands, and you beg for mercy.
He grabs your hand, pulls the chains off of you, and tells you not only that you are free, but that you are worthy, you are wanted, you are loved, and you are beautiful
That is my glimpse of freedom I will hold onto
