Trapped

Tired of being stuck

in stupid flesh and bone box

needing a way to release

So many wounded hopes

for broken lives

with shattered dreams

all because of love

it's not love itself

that powerful force

that keeps us spinning in place

it's the attempts to contain

that which is freely given

and freely received

it's the desire to own

something far bigger

than mere mortal minds can

it's our shifting through time

in a linear manner

thinking all that exists is now

it's the thinking that one truth

renders others as lies

and there's no way to make them relate

it's feeling like it matters

to manufacture some order

to this wild and dangerous force

it's defining this thing

in one act or one face

this something we cannot explain

when we take off the chains

of this terrifying thing

will finally seek joy in Love freed?