I felt my life diminished
The smallest of my dreams, suppressed,
There before me stood a man of conviction assuring me I need not feel oppressed.
Like the pied piper, he whistled. I listened.
Ancient Arcadia, his land of hope
Where I could escape the rigours of conformity
That hung around my neck like a rope
Simply cradle in the soft arms of Morpheus
Safe from the subjugator's heel
Where I’m tightly trussed and manacled
Within an inescapable cage of steel
Everything mentioned seemed to invite
no more scrapping an existence hand to mouth
Travelling perched in the saddle of depression
Onward to a promised land, my curiosity aroused
Finally evading the injustices of the rat race
That consists merely of twenty-four hours of strife
Forward, headlong to a new beginning
A rebooted, different way of life.
The price of redemption, “was not expensive”
That's what the piper had said,
My soul was all that he required. “after all”
“It was useless to me, once I was dead”
But my soul was my true foundation
My one true brick in the wall
To live any life without rhyme or reason
Was no life to live at all
I turned to the black-cloaked man, and I stated,
I would not forfeit my temporal space
Rather than die to receive eternal salvation
I’ll stay interred with the whole human race.
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