Prison

How perplexing he was
The illusion consumed him as a kid
Cast out an insecure adult
Who never seemed worth it

He harshly attached his fragility
To their strong peaks and valleys
Leashed himself to their own paths
Dissipating himself as a waste of his energies

Never noticed the sunshine he radiated
Brainwashed into staring at a waning moon
The melody of a protagonist was missing
Evolving him into his greatest hater

When they were propelled into the light
He would chain his spirits to the floor
Crawling back into his prison to die
In the darkness he had lived his life alone

Scarred his soul time again
Passing judgements on his conviction
Swam in the irregularity of his variance
Drowning in the torrents of hesitation

He didn’t have any desire for
What they fought so hard to retrieve
He would tag along in their chapter not knowing
Their destination was not his truth

He finally woke up from the dream
With no perfect way to do this life
His awakened soul told him to love
Follow his force with pride