Shackles Poem by Eric Paeplow

Go on and sit there, lost within your world
Believing all the horrors, that you've ever heard
Trapped within your head and lost inside your heart
And there you sit, stuck in that same old spot

Yet in some places, some qualities, some things
Lies another life
An alternate space, from which all eternity springs
In darkness or in light; in clear skies or grey.

There is a place of solemn silence, where the sea
Meets that which man has made
Where you are free to dwell in open spaces
Lush with once shortly shorn grass, now o'ergrown

Here your memories and tearful tales of lore
Shall fall upon your timeless, nameless ears, no more
Standing motionless, speechless, we wait for thee
To arrive upon this solitary plain, this alternate space

This place which haunts your dreams of lives past
This lone place where your foot hath never trod
Cause he who doesn't move will not feel his shackles
So there you sit in tattered clothes…

Thinking that you're free