The Chains of Time

There’s a feeling

It is mystical and free

It is a feeling of the blowing wind

Running waters

The humbling sea

A spiritual fluidity

Expression of running far and fast

There isn’t a destination

Forward is the iron clasp

I am running in a black room

Four lights surround

Only one is true

But cannot be found

Though I run to one

I sit dumbfound

Could the others surround

Be the one true sun

I’m running from dogs

In the middle of the woods

A slaver finding his property, his set of goods

I know I need north

But where's my will

The moss barked side

My novel sigil

I look for the star

The night sky is clear

But tree canopies cover

And fear adheres

I sense urgency

I sense freedom

So I turn my back

And run through seasons

The dogs are far

And freedom’s near

But there’s always one more step

For the night to clear

I then find and realize

The dogs are gone

It’s simply memory

Of my pasts chained song

I am free

And freedoms me

Yet my past, I cannot flee

These memories hold

I can’t be sold

I'm still a slave

In memories saved