The chains that bind us,

light spider webs or chain links of heavy lead.

Bind us tight in both respites, their weights draining

hear all complaining, heavy is their toll.

Words whispered in the crib, sharper than the quills nib,

etched in deep upon the soul, nursed from generation to generation.

As you sat on granddaddy knee, you learnt his energy and his limitation.

Your mommy taught you one plus one and daddy showed how it was done.

For every past, you were one, a son, a daughter, a carrier,

of records.

Those beliefs you took them well, you made them yours as you dwell

fitting in, putting on the clothes of common convenience.

One day it came to pass that this was a hollow glass,

devoid of substance and meaning.

Then it began, that letting go, you began to glow

those beliefs, those memes of common jailer, tethers to an insane asylum, unraveled.

Freedom breathed light and full,