The Chain

I awaken every morning,
And try to get out of bed.
But there’s that chain that’s shackling me,
Bolted in my head.

I want to go to the kitchen.
Maybe make some toast or eggs.
But there’s that chain that’s stopping me,
Locked around my legs.

I want to make my art run free,
And write of mythic lands.
But there’s that chain that’s stifling me,
Strapping down my hands.

I try to make myself sit and work,
But my mind it simply lingers –
‘Cause there’s that chain that’s tying me,
Entwining through my fingers.

I figure perhaps there’s someone to call
To come and get me out.
But there’s that chain, silencing me,
Clamping shut my mouth.

I peer out through my window.
Can I see the open skies?
No, there’s that chain, it’s blinding me,
Covering up my eyes.

I just want to go outside today,
I just want to escape this mess.
But there’s that chain just blocking me,
Cutting ‘cross my chest.

I want to be anywhere but here,
Please, just any other place.
But there’s that chain just stopping me,
A leash tied ‘round my waist.

I want it all to stop hurting.
I want to fix this wreck.
But there’s that chain and it’s strangling me,
Wrapped around my neck.