Wandering Mind

constrains hold tight
but they can’t touch me here
so I’ll keep fighting
I want the passion
the fire of desire
of fulfilled yearning

no piety here
I can’t breathe beneath
the six feet of religion
holding me down
this is my small slice
of heaven’s mercy

and here I want to bite
one more taste of the fallen fruit
I’m fenced in on every side
but they’ll never control me
they’ll never have every piece
of my wandering mind

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