It’s simplicity

The minuscule things

Bouncing around through the years

Begging you to be that

Which you aren’t anymore

That which they won’t let you be

Shackles tied and bound

Invisible to the naked eye but there around

Choaking the life and creativity away

Hanging you slowly

Its simplicity

A tale of bad choices and hard roads

Choices where it was do or die

Ohhh how the later would’ve surficed

More chains added to walk

Stumbling up hill

Gravity pulling on the metal balls called mistakes

They get bigger and bigger as you drag them forward

Seemingly molding you to the dark hill

A path not forgotten but hardly walked

Its simplicity

The haunting light no longer graces your eyes

It only unveils the lies

I hear the sound of the others damed

Yet I don’t cry out with them

I hear them blame everything else

I don’t blame anyone but myself

If you don’t choose a path life will pick one

There’s no time to waste and opportunities easily cascade away

This is the burden of memory, regret