Find myself in a gothic structure Sailing on the waves of servitude
Bonded with the fetters of vassalage
Liberation seems the be in the vicinity
but still a great distance away
The hour glass pours slowly, a
metaphoric reminder of
the life spent under bondage
Cogitating if I will ever be free
Fetters and the structured
frame restrict me But not for long Hope lies on the bridle path
It won't be long now It won't be long now