fibre of my being is in question
from the fabrication to the truth
by my side to which i stand
do i seek what i desire or
to cut loose ends of tender

for a time it takes
for a doing of both ends
should i take the stroll
from a line of logic
or from my emotions

attached to one but betrayed
a deep course to which i still
cannot navigate past for I
still cannot divert my thoughts
from the subject in question

i await the day for I am free
bounded by my own walls
waiting for someone to set me free