What defines our bounds and rules?
And who defines our domains?
Throw our hands and act like fools–
Or drag the chains that remain?
Show them all the careless dance,
And bring them to unchallenged grace.
Make it all more than happenstance;
Embrace the resonance of this place.
What defines our dreams and desires?
And who defines our path?
If only we could grasph the fires
Without the burn of flames’ sure wrath.
Display your wings as if you could fly
But on the way down, you better be sure
Take in the laughing, happy people walking by
All the things you wish you were.
What if we define our limits?
What if our hands are our chains?
Is it the mirrored face that inhibits?
Think these thoughts in the moments that remain.
Tell of the life without inhibitions,
And the person you had been before
Let go of the ghosts that make your decisions
So you can be someone even more.
The whispers of the past enrapt
And you feel sickly at ease
But all you end up, is trapped
With the empty unwarmth of a melancholy breeze.