Stuck in a way
In a bond between us two
What's taken away
As I hold onto the night
The creator, this maze
Wondering in my wandering
The stairs lead this way
But I'm tired of the climb
I wait for the day
When the stars begin to fade
A different display
Where I reserve my goodbyes
Advice for what's seen
I borrowed wisdom from the wise
I imparted a dream
An illusion to the alluded vice
The joy in suffering
Is the irony in the shackles key
The iron in both relations
A disguise in their creation
Freedom's in the device
Where the truth hides inside the lies
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